Flowers of misery, like a little girl, are very sticky and have been entangled with me ever since I met them.

Later, because I had more things around me and more people around me, I habitually left some things behind, and the flowers of suffering were forgotten by me.

She thought I might want to leave her alone, so she said goodbye.

She must have suffered a lot in order to catch up with me these days.

I saw a lot of scars on her body, most of which were caused by her own careless fall. She was dirty and hungry now. I don't think she had eaten for several...