Thousands of pieces of paper describe admiration, the flowers have bloomed and the fate has faded. I miss you thousands of miles away but the wind does not wake me up. I wish you thousands of miles away in the sea of stars, but our memories are gone forever...
This may be a story of secret love. I think or she is the one I expected to see. She is my last light, but I forgot that the light does not belong to me, it belongs to anyone.
In the end, I discovered that it was all my imagination, just a dream I had weaved for myself, a "scam" that had been planned for many years...
I hate deception, and in the end I can only survive in deception...
Concept: Autobiography of the author