She is radiant, but I am pale
The sea behind you has buried me
I worship you for your departure
How can I let go of such a dialogue?
In the five years that consumed Lore's life, the blue iris has been blooming on its own, accompanying this increasingly difficult love scene by scene until today. Finally, in the eighth scene, he chose to end silently or bloom more openly.
The author wants to say:
I was very overconfident and wanted to write some stories to commemorate some people, so I just started writing without much thought. This should be regarded as a debut work. I don't expect many, many people to support it. I just hope it won't be left out in the cold.
I don't know if this article will last to the end, because I can't guarantee it. In short, I can promise to the readers that this article will not be locked or V, and I will try my best to write it to the end. I would like to thank those who have seen it.
The last sentence is, as long as there are clicks, I will continue to write. Even if there are only a dozen clicks, I will not give up, because this is a sacrifice of my first love. Can't let go.