I often dream about someone.
In the dream, he always died in various identities, either as a grass that was pulled out, or as a cat that was tortured to death, or as a crushed flower, or as a baby that starved to death, or as a boy who committed suicide by jumping off a building, or as a young man whose flesh was bruised by being repeatedly run over by a wheel...
He died too many times, and each time he didn't live long.
I want to save him, but I can't save him, whether it's him in the dream or... Him in reality.
Demining:
1. Be short essay, first person
2. To be unclean
3. Main attack
Intention: Meeting is fate
