I don't know when this world started to become very strange. I was obviously worried, but my words turned into accusations. I obviously liked it, but it was always cryptic and tempting. It was in such a strange world that they met again. More than 2,900 days passed. Day and night, the roles they played changed drastically. The girl who once squatted in front of him and said that she loved him was now lying on the hospital bed crying and saying that she didn't want to live anymore, as if he was distressed. Later, they went through nine or eighty-one difficulties together and could no longer be separated.
Intention: If you miss him so much, how could he be willing to forget you?