This is a post I made out of a sudden thought. It is an article. Not written yet. Posted in a moment.
I'm not from the Banquan Party. I'm just having a brain twitch
Under the cherry blossom tree, the boy smiled and covered his eyes. It seems bitter, astringent, and self-deprecating.
Drops of blood remained along the corners of his eyes, dripping onto the ground, moistening the ground.
Quan Na. ． You wait. I will take you back again, I will.
At that time, there were only you and me in the world.