Blick in die Ferne·Looking into the distance
In the small town of Weimar next to Etters Mountain, our sculpture stands quietly.
Rely on each other and weather the storm.
Fierce emotions can be engraved on monuments and printed in books, but they will not last forever.
But our love is locked deep in Weimar, turning into endless light and guarding it for hundreds of years.
I still remember that day.
You smiled, walked through the cold darkness, and called me as gently as water——
"Goethe, I'm back."
[Spoiler in one sentence] European history is a fic, CP Goethe x Schiller, Goethe x August, not a threesome, the ending respects historical facts, it is neither HE nor BE...
[Mine clearance in advance] First person! ! Change to Xipi later! ! ! ! Timely lightning protection is not accepted! ! ! !
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