The living will die.
They are only separated by a thin line, but they are already an eternal distance.
The fate is over.
The love is gone.
The heart is dead.
No more memories.
So, turn around and never look back.
In the end, what was reflected in the bright red eyes was only a little bit of white that was about to be swallowed up by the darkness.
The long skirt is dancing fiercely, like a sail in mourning...