The fallen flowers are scattered, and with the wind, many thoughts and sorrows are turned into soil, silent in the passage of time;
Time flies by, and with you, so many troubled past events turn into dust, dissipated in the rotation of time and space;
An unknown amount of time has passed since the petals were flying, but the sound of falling flowers remains in my heart;
Pieces one by one, they fell gently on the pale mountains of the Holy Land, leaving a little bit of blood red on the land of the Holy Land.
Faced with Luko's threat, Albafica gently put on her cloak, and the expression on her face changed from concern and worry to a relieved smile as she spoke.
"Great, Pefk, my blood didn't splash on you!"
Maybe I am obsessed and love him hopelessly. At that moment, I felt that Japafica was better than the whole world.
I know that if I don't write something about him, I will definitely suffer from inner torture, so that I will be sad every day...
I hope I can use this poor writing style to write a gift to him, and at least make him happy for a moment in my writing.
Conception: