Would you believe me if I said I knew what it was like to die and died every night?
Every corner of my home, wherever I look, my life has passed away.
Every night late at night, the connection between "her" and I became clearer and clearer. It wasn't until we shared the pain that I realized how ridiculous I was.
We should have cut off contact when we first dreamed. We are becoming more and more inseparable from each other. This makes me unable to tell whether it is me or "her" who is wailing every night. For this reason, I think it is time to make a change.
