He treats him affectionately, and the affection begins when he picks up his butterfly button or is held in his arms by his weak body.
He loves him, and the end of his love may be that the blue and white pottery pipe is broken, or he may be lying in his arms and watching his longing turn to ashes.
The past cannot be traced back, every inch of lovesickness is every inch of ashes.
I love you, so I am willing to give up my life for you.
The sky was full of June snow, and I didn't know whether it was the man with purple crown and hair who was paying tribute, or myself who was mad and mad because of love.