Like a butterfly, she floated gently into the sky, her white dress fluttering in the wind, and the star bracelet on her arm was dazzling.
Then, it fell heavily to the ground, quietly, without any sound.
From then on, there was no trace of smile in his life.
Suddenly one day, this floating butterfly once again occupied his entire joy and sorrow.
Is this really the case?
A story about love and hatred.
There may be some problems in some places. I am working hard to modify the structure.
First time trying...