There is a grand secret love hidden in the tip of my pen, and every line traces the outline of the sun.
When the paper was torn apart, the heat of the sun turned into the flames of judgment, burning me to ashes.
I thought I would be disgusted, but instead I waited for a hug that pulled me out of the shadows.
He picked up my sketchbook and my broken world, and said to me: "You draw so well, so well... I want to be your model."
It turns out that when I secretly drew him, his eyes also fell on me.
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Concept: Pure love on campus in summer
