Michiko fell in love with a man who was like a bubble, unable to touch, and even love hurt him. She hid it in her heart, hiding it from everyone, even herself.
"Sir, he is like the moon."
Hanging high, it cannot be touched, nor can it pollute the white family.
But he was also illuminated by others.
That gentleman is no longer here, and Mr. Dazai's glory is gone. So Michiko's sky became dark, but the stars were still there, and she herself shone brightly.
Purpose: A life that does not require the support of others is equally wonderful