Copywriting:
He said, I fell in love with someone I shouldn't love.
I made a coffin for him, but I didn't want to never see his clear eyes again.
I drove him crazy, maybe I did it long before he did.
My long-cherished wish.
One day I hope to see a reflection of myself in his eyes.
Even if it can't be achieved. Unable to achieve. . .
He said, I don't know if there will be a day when the world ends, but on that day, I hope he can die in my arms.
(Well, the above is really not a copywriting, it's just a random scribbling of Mo Xia's mood when I was bored. You can all be 54.
It's a little sad, a little H, a little dull, and it was written when I was in a bad mood. The words still lasted me a long time. But the ending is not BE, so you can rest assured and read the article. )
Two people, the entanglement of love and hate.
When the hatred becomes deeper and deeper, the love will become more and more persistent.
If hate has become a thing of the past, where will our love go?
You are wandering on the edge of love and hate, and I am traveling in the flow of time.
This is us.