When those heart-pounding dreams become the price of pounding heartache, when the shiny candy wrappers are peeled off and the sugar loses its psychedelic taste slowly melts in the lips.
We, strong and willful, soft and clear, have ideals about friends, but they wither in reality at the same time.
The folded sword that has come to an end and sinking into the sand is filled with a blue-gray coldness. The sacrifices that were once dense have to be made in silence, which can be smelled or not seen.
What remains is our tenacious longing and unrepentant pursuit of our dreams. This is the mature us.
C. C. And Y. Y. Are two people, basically the one who posted the message is poor Y. Y.^*^
This article is composed of N novels that may or may not be related. (The reason why they are classified as romance is because they are all about feelings)
It should be a mess...^*^If you don't like it, please shut it down.