I once thought that the country has its own owner, and the love and moon are priceless. Who is afraid that being passionate will burden the beloved.
I once thought that holding the hand of the child, whistling and walking slowly, who would be afraid of the mist and rain in life.
I once thought that I would bloom for you till the end of my life, and I would be with you for the rest of my life. Who is afraid that the flowers will be gone in spring?
Little do they know that this body does not belong to me. Family feuds and sorrows make it difficult for me to survive the rest of my life.
Little do they know that love lasts forever, some things are destined to be lost, and some fates are destined to have no ending.
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This is my first time posting, it may be innocent and a bit sour, it may be a slow and noob, please bear with me and don't refuse to comment.
From the beginning of the story, the characters are living between the lines. It is difficult for the author to control whether they will lead to happiness or abuse.
If you don't like entanglements, don't like acid writing, and don't read sadistic writing, please switch to other writing.
Cheers, thank you for your footprints.