Rental literature/redemption/pull/rotten white moonlight
Love in Tongzilou is always written on the opposite side of death. Every gasp between a man and a woman in so many nights, every groan on the hospital bed, every angry cry and insult, is actually just a group of children who are afraid of death and love struggling or asking for help.
Eager to be seen, eager to break this kind of life, eager to step into the sunshine and be truly loved by this world.
I'm not willing, I'm not willing, I'm not willing to die in a muddle like this, I'm not willing to die here, in a tube building without any sound, no support, no light and no warmth.
I think if love and death are taboos in life, then committing suicide for love becomes the most romantic and beautiful thing I can do for her. So I waited for her like waiting for spring.
Another incomprehensible text, you, me and her repeatedly pulling at each other
Why is the cover so ugly? I'm really hopeless.
Concept: Falling is much easier than you think, so please try to live upward
