There is a poisonous arrow coated with desire. No, it is not an arrow. The arrow will not burst.
It was a gun filled with love and desire, and it was fired neatly by some despicable hand of time.
Bang,
He punched a hole in my heart and let it explode in the injured area, mixing with the blood and boiling and emitting white smoke of pleasure.
I looked at the dark muzzle of the gun and felt like I was being drowned by a torrent.
[Melancholy girl x cold officer]
She could have loved him silently and never had to say it for the rest of her life.
