Love leaves no trace.
Madness, desire, persistence, hatred, and devastation.
The "love you" I got in exchange for it, and the silhouette of me that left behind.
Please put down the posture of flowers, let go of the obsession with sex, and keep the "togetherness" of two people.
Announcement: Due to the loss of the original manuscript, the update of this article can only be temporarily suspended. Embarrassing.
If I can't find the original manuscript, I will rewrite "Flower Pian".
Conception: