I've finished writing the copy, but the article's ideas are not coherent.
A certain Xiao is waiting for a flash of inspiration.
Those loves that are too timid to speak out——
Oh, isn't it just cowardice that is justified by good words?
If I had confessed to her earlier, would everything have been different?
(Morrowind is a kind of bird)
The morning breeze blows, the northern forest lingers
I haven't seen a gentleman yet, so I'm worried
Intention: Don't leave any regrets
