Perhaps Milo will never forget the beautiful figure in the flowers for the rest of his life. The warm sunlight streaming down from the sky shines on the seemingly abandoned church. In that dilapidated corner, among the green flowers, the child standing like this seems to be tainted with the brilliance of God. How sacred it is.
That autumn afternoon, he met him.
Goth, church, agreement, pure love between two people.
Miro's birthday message in 2008.
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So I splendidly marked the name of my fandom: camus' bottle (Master TAT~~I will follow you to the ends of the earth==~The wattage of this light bulb is about to catch up with Bingbing~OTZ~)
Intention: