Your eyes can deceive you into seeing "good brother", but they can't deceive you about the throbbing in your heart.
——He pushed you to hell with his own hands, but climbed up on his knees to hug you
You think his approach is a calculation, you think his love is a chess game
But the pain in the fog, the warmth in the dark room, the hand holding you in desperate situations...
Which inch is not real?
Don't believe your eyes, believe the voice in your heart
——Even if this heart will eventually be broken into pieces
This article is written from the main point of view, occasionally from the attacking perspective~
Intention: I don't know where the love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper
