I once had a lover who later died.
Then I had another lover. I loved him very much, and I thought he loved me too. Later, he cut open my heart to make wine and peeled off my skin to use as wax.
From then on, I waited by the Wangchuan River year after year, waiting for him to come to me and ask him why. Later someone told me that he would never come to the Wangchuan River.
I smiled and turned around and entered the River of Forgetfulness.
Hundreds of ghosts cry by the Forgotten River, but the old people can't see the new people smiling
I have really failed a lot in my life.