I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
A short story I randomly wrote one day when I was bored.
About two people,
[A man who loves for the first time in his life and a woman who loves for the last time in his life]
It was written late at night,
Because I can touch myself in a small way,
So I stubbornly believe that I can also touch others in a small way.
Conception: