"Do you like the sea? Listen to the sound of the sea breeze."
Her long white dress fluttered with the sea breeze. She was particularly eye-catching in the wheelchair.
"You said I wish I hadn't met you when I was seventeen. Then I would have been able to become a dancer."
"Miaomiao I'm sorry"
"It's just one life. It's okay. You owe me too much. I don't need this one."
"When I die, remember to scatter my ashes into the sea. I like this and this is where I belong."
Intention: Growth Tragedy
