The Wind of League of Legends Blows Summer and Cool Autumn

The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I have experienced all the sorrow, I still have no desire to speak. I stopped talking, but said it was a cool autumn. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.