I really want to say it. . . The copywriting is amazing. . .
It's a floating cloud. . .
O()o
About simple protection
The vow of loneliness as a child
You are my god, and your smile is my city.
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Wedge
The petals of the light blue cherry blossoms were flying, and two small figures sat leaning against each other under the tree, one like the reflection of the other.
"Brother, will we be together forever?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Really, I'll hook up with you."
The delicate little fingers are entangled, intertwined into a bright oath.
The cherry blossoms fell and bloomed, bloomed and fell again, leaving only a lonely silhouette under the tree.
Misty smoke curled around the fingertips, and the slender smoke burned silently in the slightly sickly pale fingers. The young man stared at the extinguishing flames in fascination, his emerald green eyes reflecting the scattered orange. There is no focus, no flow of brilliance, only silence.
A clear and shallow voice flowed from his lips, so plain that there was no twists and turns, but full of pain that could not be concealed.
"Brother, you broke the contract!"