Blind Luthier

On the day the prince got married, I sat on the porch and played the piano all night. After a rainy night, I finally recognized the truth. There is a chasm between me and him. He is the clouds in the sky, and I am the mud on the ground. But later, he knelt in front of me and cried every word. To sum it up, I can only say, please don't marry his uncle. Imaginary childbirth short story Text third person Copywriting 2025.10.13 Motto: Choice is important