All stories will inevitably become vulgar, even if they are annotated with eternal love and hate.
I am a person without a past. When I walk in the snow-covered wilderness and look at the eternal night-like darkness at the end of the road, I will think of those indelible green eyes.
I tried to recall what happened that distant summer, but nothing could be changed.
So far, I can only endure loneliness and live in this world.
Intent: The past cannot be reversed, and everyone should be responsible for their own choices.