Some people say that this is another fresh and popular... Ghost story
Some people say that it is illogical for the heroine to have a second child here...
The heroine of this article finally couldn't sit still, "Someone said?" Isn't it the stupid author who copies homework all day long?
Okay, no kidding, this is copywriting
Seven years, what is it?
You never told me what seven years means to a boy like you, but do you know...
You said you want to see the iris I planted with my own hands bloom. Isn't it true that all stories only have the beginning and you can't guess the ending? Seven months after Christmas that year, I woke up and the seeds had sprouted, but... Reality told me that you were in Japan and I was in France, so you couldn't see it. Seven years later, I witnessed flowers blooming and falling again and again. This time I finally arrived in Japan, but what can I do? The potted flower has been smashed to pieces, and you still can't see it.
There are some things that I just can't figure out. I can't figure out why I slept for seven months and woke up in Paris. I can't figure out why when I woke up, everything changed. My eyes were almost full of blond hair and Gothic buildings. I often stood on the Champs Elysées and missed the temple fair with you, but you are no longer mine.
I really want to tell you that for a girl like me, seven years is like that iris. After the budding period of one year, there is an intensifying longing and bitter tears that burst out of my eyes at any time. I wanted to speak it out, I wrote it down, and finally we met again.
Goodbye... I seem to be just a stranger to you
You still owe me an apology... But it doesn't seem to matter anymore.