She gave me a beautiful dream, a dream that I didn't want to wake up from, but I still had to wake up, because I was just an insignificant dream for her, and her dream ended early, but I was always in the dream, and I didn't want to wake up again. Am I stupid or just in a daze?
I looked at his back and his tears. I didn't comfort him, because I had appeared in his world, but I gave up, so I had no right to comfort him. I was not his. All he loved was the person who had given him warmth, and that person had already died that year, the year he left.