Do you know what is the saddest thing?
The most painful thing is not from the body, but from the heart. I hate him so much, but why did I still shed tears when I heard that he left me forever? I can't forgive him, but at least he gave me a peaceful life.
What can prove that I miss him? What else can prove that I loved him?
This city has become empty. I cannot die, I can only live.
In the future, will the snow in this city be as pure white as before?
Just like you and me, can we ever go back to our pure white childhood?