My youth was a love story to be completed, and I always fantasized about a fictional character tearing the dimensional wall. Until one night at the end of my youth, she appeared without warning, holding flowers that would never fade and crashed into a world that caught me off guard.
"Do you know the wet eye guest?"
"Well, you said that the lonely crybaby would cry himself into a puddle of tears." I looked into her watery eyes and said softly.
The moon tonight will never set in the west. The next time your gentle eyes look at me, I will turn into a pool of happy tears.
Reader comments
The writing is really good, and the pace is a bit slow, but it's also suitable for reading late at night when you've calmed down!
The writing is really good, and the pace is a bit slow, but it's also suitable for reading late at night when you've calmed down!