It was a very dark night three years ago. The group of people stood in the light and humiliated her wantonly. They used condescending tones and trampled the girl's self-esteem into the mud bit by bit. They took away her salvation, the kitten that would silently accompany her to comfort her when she was sad. The kitten that was still alive and kicking the day before was used by them to use the most vicious means in the world. They used words to insult her salvation, and they cruelly tortured and killed her salvation bit by bit, and those hypocritical people said that she was not good enough, because of her, her cat died, and she was tortured before death. They asked her why she didn't die, yes, why didn't she die? She was wrong, but she didn't see you devils paying the price. How could I be willing to leave like this?
Intention: I love you only in the moonlight and snow