But we can't be together after all.
Like flying fish approaching the clouds again and again,
It is a distance that I can look at you but cannot cross;
Only silence is best for missing you.
Like the paint a clown puts on his face,
It is a sadness that can keep laughing but cannot give up.
(The debut work is a fanfic of Tide of Souls, which supplements and deepens the story of Aurora's memories. There are changes)
[The plot of the full text has been completed. Now I am thinking about how to arrange the structure. Please feel free to eat it]
Intention: I can't reach the end, but I can walk on the road to happiness