I can't help it, that flower
Tick tock flows out every second
From the silence, I counted the wisps of flames
Like love is burning
Burn out the dream of exile
In the afternoon, the sun cannot cover my shame
That gentle dove
Flying in the wilderness
bump into
The faint fragrance floats at dusk
suddenly saw
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
