"Kite"
She slowly opened her eyes, wondering which era this was.
How long has she survived? She doesn't know?
I just remember someone once said
When her leaves are all white, she can return there.
Back to where? She can't remember anything?
? Use the wind as the pen and the leaves as the ink to record the joys and sorrows.
Leaves stained with ink turn white?
? She is waiting for the day to go back.
Multiple short stories mixed together
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Intention: This love will never end