His vision was hazy, so blurry that he couldn't see his face clearly. The body's senses are becoming duller and duller, and even hearing is gradually lost.
This familiar yet unfamiliar embrace still makes me feel very warm. I used to take it for granted that I would always have this warmth, but in the end I realized that maybe it was nothing.
I tried hard to distinguish his face, but it was still blurry after all.
Time goes by, people come and go, and what never stops is sadness.
Traveling across the four seas, we will eventually reach the end of the world, unable to retain even a cloud of clouds
Hugging but not being hugged, only to find out after the song ends
The so-called soul contract is just a jigsaw puzzle.
Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, it was too late to meet each other in the end