Death is not the end of everything.
Countless white and black, countless falling flowers dancing, countless moons like hooks. She couldn't stand it anymore. She thought wrongly. She thought that keeping their beautiful memories would be enough for her to think about them countless times to kill time. However, the erosion of time made her unable to stay any longer. She wanted to give up. With her last thoughts, she slowly stepped into the cold lake. The darkness of the lake swallowed her bit by bit. Even though she was dead, she still felt the coldness and bitingness of the lake as if she were alive until she lost consciousness.
What I thought was self-control turned out to be a cycle that starts over and over again.
Conception: