Crimson lipstick stuck to the end of the cigarette
Holding it is a pair of slender and beautiful hands
Eyes looking into the distance
Can't see any emotion
She took a long breath
Qi is like a gossamer
If pain is really divided into ten levels, then heartache is on the eleventh level. It throbs in time with the beating of my heart.
The smell of rot seems to permeate the entire youth.