I have been longing for the rest of my life, longing for someone to collect her, place her properly, and preserve her carefully. Save her from shock, save her from suffering, save her from wandering around, save her from having no branches to rely on.
But in the end, desire is desire after all, just like if it is always false.
She knew, she knew eventually, that person would never come again.
Everything in the world is just a dream in the mortal world. When you wake up from the dream, everything is just an illusion.
The story of her life is not long, she cannot love her, and she is unwilling to give up. Her whole life is full of regrets.
Intention: How can you forget if you are sincere?
