Regrets are common, but every time I think about it, I can only give up.
For us, it might not be the best outcome, but for him, there's no way.
She stood on the rooftop of the 18th floor, with a mobile phone in front of her, broadcasting live, with tears in her eyes, but still smiling and talking, muttering in a low voice, unable to hear what she was saying. Maybe this is the final outcome, maybe it can only be like this, maybe the truth of everything can be vindicated, but it's still too late, too late.
After their death, their bodies were cremated and their ashes were mixed together and scattered in the sky. This was the best time. They were together after all.
Purpose: This is a relatively pessimistic article