Dedicated to my favorite Mr. Feitan, the tortuous story of a woman with intermittent schizophrenia and Feitan
Smiling can't stop you
Pain cannot be packaged
The relationship never ends
Can't admit defeat with tears
There is a kind of pain
The sentence of death from every cell of love
That charming flower is blooming on the other side
Every bit of it is breathtakingly beautiful, extremely enchanting
No one can always be at the top
Kissing the fragile heart
dark red veins
Singing the tune of death
I am dust
Where is my destination?
Can you tell me? Feitan.
Where there are people who miss you, that is where you belong.
Can I admit that I really fall in love with you?
Where you are is where I stand.
If memory is like steel?? Careless? Should I smile or cry?
If steel corrodes like memory, is this a fantasy city or a ruin?
I calmly say that this is a story that I repeatedly struggled with revising and writing from scratch, so please don't pay attention to the schizophrenia in it. Well, the ending is still happy anyway. After all, this is a story where I turned myself into a heroine... Because I have to go to school, I usually have very little time to surf the Internet, so I can't guarantee that I will update it once a day, but I will definitely not give up, and the update will be faster... (I feel guilty...) Thank you for your support...
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