In modern times, the hidden love between two girls
Those people we once liked, people will never know the love we had at that time. The gentle friendship blinded their eyes because we buried it well.
Searching, deserted, desolate and desolate. The warmth and cold are hard to breathe. A cup of wine is no match for the strong evening wind! The wild geese pass by, hurt, but old acquaintances.
The flowers are full of accumulation and haggard, who picks them? They grow black on their own! It also drizzles, at dusk, bit by bit. This is so worrying!
(A super short essay, probably no more than 10,000 words. Even if it means borrowing your time, leave a mark with me)
Motto: Unfair fate
