We are all just humble little people living in the dust of the world.
But I won't give up a glimmer of hope, even if it's just the dawn of hope.
Look at the world of a grain of sand with love, and a lotus will bloom in everyone's heart.
Hope is the eternal spark beneath the ashes.
We are afraid of losing and we long for gain.
No one knows who i am
Only the strings of the guitar are left flowing in the air
NO BODY KNOW WHO I REALLY AM
PS. This article is not in a dark style, and it is unlikely that it would be H
About music and stubbornness, pain and dreams
Snails will also have their own world
PS after PS. Someone who is good at making covers can help me. I am just incompetent at PS...
Appearance of the heroine
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