[There is a star in the narrow-mouthed glass bottle that will never come out. I thought my secret would be kept "kept secret" forever like the star, but I forgot that the glass is transparent. ]
Italian literature has three laurels, two of which are adorned with lilies of Florence.
He likes Noya Lily's Omega, but I'm a Beta.
One Omega told me that he smelled of burning things, so I slept with all the Alphas in Florence who smelled of burning things.
He dragged me from the apartment door to the car and asked: Have you had enough?
I asked back: What about you?
I wanted to ask him countless times, since he studied literature, why did he become a gangster?
But what I finally asked was: If you want to be a gangster, why should you study literature?
He was silent for a moment, then punched the steering wheel, and the car horn blared loudly.
At that time I had no idea of his situation.
When the appointed day comes, righteousness, benevolence, love... Everyone is waiting for his dedication.
For that great family, that great surname, the great "Tang".
He was in the second prison area, but it was me who was "sentenced" to life.
Intention: This is how love is revealed to us