The Twelfth Night I gave you was a void between heaven and hell. A melody that ended without a trace of illness, a fate that seemed both real and unreal. Vows both true and false, an intimacy as fleeting as a dream. I was lost in it, while you remained rational. I was already mad, while you stayed calm to the end. Love has never been equal, and love has never needed an explanation. Everything spoken aloud is pale and shattered. Everything left unspoken is ash, already scattered. What, in the end, is the most precious thing in life? I understood from the start that you and I would never arrive at the same answer. So one day, when faced with this choice, we would inevitably part ways. I loved you. I love you. I want to love you. But you chose to leave. You asked me to leave the land beneath your feet and seek peace. Yet I only want to live in one of two places: your world, or the heaven of music.
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It came from across the clouds. . . The author is really great. . Can handle all styles. . Anyway, great. . . (Ignore me, who is at a loss for words~)
Slag attack, Fu Cheng forced be (￣Д￣)ﾉ