At the last moment of my life, I was still fantasizing. Do you remember the story I read to you? The little prince and his rose.
On the little prince's planet, there is only one rose. The little prince regarded her as his true love. Although Rose is arrogant and willful and talks nonsense, the little prince cares about her every cough and takes her to heart. Water her hard, catch insects for her, weed her, and listen to her brag.
Then, the rose truly becomes a rose. She is no longer a random rose, but the rose in the little prince's heart.
Just like the little prince said: If you know that your beloved rose lives on a planet in the universe, then the stars in the sky will shine extraordinarily. However, if your rose is gone, then all the stars will be dim because you have lost your rose.
What I envy the most is this rose. Then, in the next life, I will make a rose tree and grow it in front of your house. Being a human being is too tiring, I just want to be a rose tree, a rose tree that belongs to you.
If you occasionally go to that cliff, can you read this story to me? I really want to hear your voice and think about you so much.
My whole life, I have been living in illusion. But I'm not afraid, because you are real, and your love for me is also real.
This life is enough.
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