He said he was not good at singing.
But he was willing to sing outside her window with his slightly jerky singing voice.
On the cherry tree outside the window, the nightingale was hiding under the petals and echoed his singing with its melodious voice, waiting together for his beloved girl to smile for him.
*This article shouldn't be long, I'll update it as the occasion demands. After all, I still need to update Draco's article.
But just for the sake of eating candy, eating candy, eating candy, what is abuse? I have no idea