There is always a light of your own in ordinary life. When we are helpless, sad, and don't know what to choose, that light will guide us out of the predicament. And the pure light was pushed into the bottomless abyss again and again by her, and it no longer shined brightly. That beam of light was no longer as warm as spring as before, but seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. From then on, she disappeared from the pure life and disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared.
Intention: I don't know