Sunlight fell on the two of them, quiet and beautiful. So love really can...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
The last time I saw him was...
Late-stage stomach cancer...
So...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, what kind of ridiculous short-story format is this?
The actual story is at the end?
Yeah, I'm not writing anymore, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Title source:
My dearest, my darling, that's why I call you darling.
If I don't call you darling, who will? (I know this is a conversation between a married couple in A New Account of the Tales of the World.)
And also the poem "A Simple Song":
Perhaps a celestial maiden was banished to the mortal world, meant to live among us for only thirteen years.
Most beautiful things do not last; colorful clouds easily disperse, and fine glass is fragile.
