The Moon Is the Third Dream of Farewell

After learning I wouldn't live past twenty-five, the childhood sweetheart who had always fought me on everything changed completely. She stopped competing with me for first place, stopped bickering with me. Even when I called her a "shrew" like always, she just answered with red-rimmed eyes. She watched the sunrise with me, took me to see the northern lights, filled the whole sky with floating lanterns for me, and with tears in her eyes she said in front of everyone: