
A Long Love Poem in the Breeze
About This Novel
I am not a lover, nor am I a love saint. I am a love pox. It becomes inflamed, red and swollen, and becomes a pimple. Then I randomly pick it out and scar it, and then it becomes infected again. It continues to be inflamed, red, swollen, and itchy, and then it condenses into a scar, which is then picked out ruthlessly. The cycle is endless. I don't know how big this pimple is now. I only know that it is a scar that will never heal, festering in my heart. I accept you and want you no matter what, but you ask me to let you go. What do you want me to do? I won't...
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Stories about you and youth
Have you ever had the same youth as Rang Rang? Maybe there are many people whose youth is more magical and charming than this. That is the most beautiful memory.
I feel the same way. I also grew up among other people's children.
It's good for friends to be together
The longest love in years
I can follow you like a shadow chasing light and dreams
I get along with them the same way, playing and joking, but not as close as them, but it's good. ^Ω^
"Grab a meal"
This is life, and it also happened to me when I was young. I saw that everyone's high school lives were similar.
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Official(7)Scraped 2d ago
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Sofa sofa, grab sofa
Stories about you and youth
Have you ever had the same youth as Rang Rang? Maybe there are many people whose youth is more magical and charming than this. That is the most beautiful memory.
I feel the same way. I also grew up among other people's children.
It's good for friends to be together
The longest love in years
I can follow you like a shadow chasing light and dreams
I get along with them the same way, playing and joking, but not as close as them, but it's good. ^Ω^
"Grab a meal"
This is life, and it also happened to me when I was young. I saw that everyone's high school lives were similar.







