When the beauty is here, the house is filled with flowers, and the lingering fragrance has been smelling for three years now
I often see our initial appearance in my dreams, but you are gone.
I stood on the high platform and looked at the giggling faces of another group of women, just like you in previous years. I seemed to realize that the woman I loved was the woman who stood here a few years ago, you.
But you are gone.
This is the story of a scumbag with a combat power of only 1 who was unwilling to be mediocre and dedicated his body to the Queen in order to find a thigh that he could hug, then kicked the Queen over, and then beat his chest and regretted it. . .