I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
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An old-school bloody story about amnesia and forgetting that you love me, but you are still waiting for me. It is very short and has been completed in 70,000 words.
[The flowers and trees of the high mountains attack x the phoenix suffers at will] (in a physical sense)
Early warning of bloody accounts. Early warning of bloody accounts. Early warning of bloody accounts.
It's very boring and boring, and I wrote it when I was mentally exhausted.
Intention: Fate is wonderful and wonderful.
