Burn the Spring (Pseudobone)

False bones, attack the first person, don't let the thunder come in, sj, he The story of two little bitter gourds who occasionally go crazy and have epilepsy and mental illness. Copywriting: I was too young at that time to burn every spring I spent with you with my own hands. - I am a mosaic made up of the brothers I have loved at every stage. Every rhythm of my heartbeat and every direction of blood flow has its origin. Brother, actually I don't want to love you so much. But brother, if I don't love you, who else will love you? Purpose: healthy love