Maybe I'm too greedy.
The sun rises dazzlingly, and the sun sets dimly. There is also the mysterious and dark moon... These scenery that has accompanied me through endless years and once made me deeply intoxicated can no longer satisfy my empty soul. I think I already know what loneliness is. . . . . I once smiled and said to the sun and moon: "With you, I will not be lonely." But now, when I want to tell them once, I find that the so-called not being lonely is so pale and weak! I know from this moment on. I no longer belong to them, and they no longer belong to me. I had no peace, and all that was left was endless struggle.
Walking towards a road of your own choice, which may have no end, or may lead to death, all just to not live alone, because that is scarier than anything else! ! !
I don't want her to die, let alone live alone.