The person I like has a pair of aloof, indifferent and compassionate eyebrows when he is alone. He has shallow dimples when he smiles, and he doesn't like to complain.
But the day after posting photos online to inform fans, he died. I don't know why I went back. At first I thought it was a dream or a parallel world, but later I discovered that I really went back in time.
I worked hard to help him avoid harm. Seeing his smile getting brighter day after day, I thought it had changed. I thought he could live a long life.
But he still chose death.
The last time he went back to the past was the day before his death...
Intention: Don't forget yourself, love others first and love yourself first.