I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. Is it love that cannot be achieved... Or is it because we live up to our lovesickness...
"Where are the people," the man in black said calmly, with a hint of emptiness in his hazy eyes.
The person opposite him paused when he touched the teacup on his lips. His eyes were slightly lowered, and he couldn't see the emotional waves in his eyes. "Dead." Then he returned to normal and took a sip.
"Dead?" The man in black was stunned for a moment, then seemed to calm down a little, and said to himself, "Dead..."
Cp is undecided.
Please don't rely on logic. If you don't like it, don't spray it.
Intention: I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.