There is someone I love but cannot have. We are like the light and dark sides of the moon and the north and south poles of magnetic attraction. I concealed my love and became his lackey, holding him up to the stars.
And then I died... The girl who lost her legs, the student who died voluntarily, the good and evil in the depths of human nature could have written an absurd romantic novel.
Intention: Create a world after death, convey love and warmth, and teach people no longer to be afraid of separation between life and death