I don't know why I came, and I don't know what I should do. Maybe it was the heavy rain that day that blinded my eyes. I can no longer see your face clearly, nor can I see myself reflected in your eyes.
Maybe one day, I will pass away for that illusory emotion, maybe one day, I will become the pittosporum in your mouth that is independent of the world...
"What does happiness feel like?" "You'll know just by eating a candy."
"What does pain feel like?" "Have you ever drank bitter leaf juice?"
Note: Most of this article is in the first person, and there may be a third person in the future, focusing on the plot line.
Intention: There is always someone who comes for you