Still taking it easy.
A story about country, love, and loyalty.
Whose glory is this? It's our glory.
One-sentence summary: Between country and love, which will you choose?
The first time they met was in a vast sea of people. There were so many people around them, but for some reason, he noticed her, so ordinary and lost in the crowd.
Maybe this was what it felt like to fall for someone, he thought.
I thought I'd spend my whole life alone, but I never expected him to become a ray of sunshine breaking through a field of green to shine on me.
The distance between us isn't something we can bridge by having you take one step and me take the remaining ninety-nine.
Between us lie nationality, beliefs, time, circumstances, and... identity.
I am camouflaged. You are colorful.
When I raise the rifle in my hands, we stand on opposing sides.
When I lower it, I turn my back on the country I swore to serve.
This is a choice between country and the one you love.
What color will come from the clash of camouflage and color?
Press the claws and scatter flowers ∠※∠※∠※
Today is the National Day, Yoyo. When will you come back?￣￣)σHappy National Day(?▽`??)
When will it be updated?
Is this setting so interesting? And he also talked about our little beautiful article! Wow! Happy
Update it, update it, okay?╯^╰
I will really cry if I write more about Buddhism.
A new pit has actually been opened~check in~