"My sunflowers are withered."
It's not just the sunflowers that have withered, but also the girl's broken life.
All the unhappiness in the world points to you, whether to resist, leave, or jump down...
Even if the gutter stinks, I wish you and I could live toward the sun.
This is my first time writing an article. I have no writing skills and the story is half true.
Intention: May you and I be born facing the sun