Stories about big stars and ordinary people from the past.
She said, is he a true Bodhisattva or a fake compassionate person?
She said, why save all sentient beings but not me?
She said, remembering every day, feeling nostalgic every day
I thought we could meet again.
Why do tears fall when you let go?
Because at different times, we were in love.
Now only one person is left wandering around.
(This article is in third person throughout, with a few character names appearing)
(This article is not long, it will be completed in about tens of thousands of words. This is my first post, so I will write a short story to practice my skills. Take a bow!)
(Be warning)
Intention: Let go of the past and move towards the future