I compiled these words from the fragmented drafts left by my cousin. Now she has sadly gone abroad alone, and there is no news. Maybe unless she thinks about it, we relatives will never see her again in this life. I miss my cousin who was always gentle to me, so I want to slowly start writing her bizarre story from today. In fact, my cousin has always been in pain and loneliness, and she also wants to tell her experience.
I hope my cousin can be happy in a foreign country.