Approach carefully, as if holding your hand, I own the whole world.
This is a sweet story about boys.
Fantasy
You are the drooping leaf on the branch
You are the floating clouds in the sky
You are the shimmering star in the universe
You are a flower that cannot be blown away by the strong wind
You are a desert that is not wet by heavy rain
You are my fantasy that is out of reach
You are ten million possibilities
(I really don't know how to write copy and cry Qingqing... Don't worry about the ending. OTN
Forcibly adding limericks...(?▽`??)
Intention: