The years have passed and the sea has dried up. I am looking for the past in all the corners of my memory.
Memories are sweet like poison, or bitter like antidote, which makes me unable to stop.
But as long as the stars still twinkle, as long as the sun still rises, as long as tomorrow comes, you will be my forever until the end of time.
A short story of secret love
An awkward love journey between a man and a woman
Someone's debut, don't spray it if you don't like it