Things that are originally beautiful can only be appreciated after they are crushed into pieces.
This is a beautiful story, but it gave me a sad color and a veil of confusion.
She is a woman, a strange woman
"That's just a thin scar I imagined. It's rooted in my blind memory, but it hangs on my most fragile nerve with neither softness nor hardness. It will split with a little force, and blood will flow from a hidden and almost invisible place.