She is like a clown, living in this dark corner. Maybe everyone has laughed at her, or maybe everyone is her
It's like a farewell letter, blowing off the leaves and spending the long seasons
In the constant rebirth and time travel, she chose to give up. The fear caused by death made her fall into endless self-blame. Maybe she did nothing wrong at all, or maybe she was a mistake. She had been happy and had fun with others, but this was all in the past and she no longer cared about it.
"My name is Fu Jiuci, what's your name?"
(A time-travel article in another sense, don't comment if you don't like it, Abba Abba...)
Intention: If everything is just an illusion, there won't be so many regrets