Short story…
It begins in the past life and ends in the next life.
I embrace you, in the void, in hell, in the desert...
I hug you, and the person in my arms withers quickly like a flower, and the temperature passes...
In this life, we may have a happy ending, but maybe it will be a regret of blood and tears.
You will still bloom in my heart in the next life.
You have to believe that we will still be us in the next life.
Intention: Seeking light
