Literary version:
It turns out that I am still selfish, knowing that my current time is stolen from the world, and stolen day by day, so I dare not rely on feelings for people in this world; but no matter how selfish I am, I still want to hear that person's steady heartbeat again, touch that person's soft hair again, and finally fall into the warmth of those two people who fully tolerate me. Even if I am addicted to it, I can't wake up!
Three hundred years have passed. Where are you? If it does not appear again, I am afraid that day and night, the fragments that are still missed in the memory will gradually fade and will no longer be recalled. I have almost stopped believing that my memories really existed before, or are they just conjectures caused by being too lonely. Whenever I look up at the sky, I always recall the gentle breeze and warm sunshine under the bright blue sky, and your occasional off-key singing. But why am I alone now, like the lone goose that has been looking for a partner, flying alone in the endless sky?
Easy and funny version:
These days, when all the people join the army of time-travelling, they can wear whatever they want. Why are they looking for me, a dead person who has been dead for a long time? The time and space manager who has convulsions from time to time, NC's main god computer, subverts the plot in a mess; if it's not enough to adopt a timid and gentle future BOSS in the shape of a white rabbit, add a silver-furred fox with a moustache! I'm here to find someone, not to be a full-time nanny! ! ! ! Are you sure this is the world of Death, not a training game? Flip the table! This girl quits!