See Daylight

On the day his body was returned to his hometown, I wore a red dress and appeared next to him. The white and red intertwined, but it hinted at the suffering of the world. I realized that he had always loved me. His only suicide note was left to me. He said he was sorry for me, but in fact, he was not married at all. He just owed me his life. I stood by his coffin and cried all night, as if every time I cried in this life was related to him. Maybe he made me cry in my previous life. Otherwise, why would people cry when they are born? Maybe it's really because of the suffering in the world! The stars seem to be unable to see the day, and I will never see him again. I really want to see him, I really want to see the day again...