"When the longing for happiness is too eager, pain rises deep in the human soul." - Camus
In many worlds, my sister is always looking for love.
World One:
"Butterflies and Withered Flowers"
I once thought she was a butterfly
I found out later
Butterfly has its wings clipped
And she is just a withered flower
(Maybe the world will merge in the end)
Intention: Love this world well