He and I fell in love with the remaining cicadas in 2021, and were separated in the midsummer of 2022.
For him, it seemed that in the end there was only unspeakable love and endless regret.
You have never been my best choice, but I still chose you without hesitation, just like a moth flying into a flame, and ultimately dying without a burial place.
The end of the story is the speechlessness and silence when I saw you
Purpose: Not all sick people can be successfully redeemed
