After the years have passed and the frost has fallen, half a plate of ink has been crushed into it. Listen to your story about separation and harmony. ——"Words from the Past"
Fanfics derived from songs
I like to write dramas about the bandit leader attacking x
One glance for thousands of years, and the first heartbeat determines the countless heartbeats for him in the future.
The introduction is incompetent, so I'll just make do with it.