"The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen."
Wisps of breeze blowing by, arousing endless reveries in the heart. Sitting alone in a tall building, with strands of black hair blowing in the wind, and clothes hazy with rain, looking at the floating lights and shadows in front of her, she couldn't help but smile and sigh, sighing at the prosperity of this world. After all, she was just one of the many living beings. She couldn't escape, she didn't regret her love, and all she wanted from the beginning to the end was just her. The memories are passing away slowly day by day, but does she still remember the soul waiting for her under the wisteria flowers...
Maybe this was just an illusion from the beginning