My daughter is probably a lolita in this category, well, you can imagine...
YUI's tokyo, this girl's voice is my huge love, eh, if you don't love it, don't click on it, the above
When the clouds became thicker, the raindrops fell, shattering the tranquility of the whole world.
Does anyone hear this?
Please, someone can hear the cry in her heart,
Just like the lonely blue revealed in the eyes.
She swore that she just wanted to be a child.
The kind of Death fanfic I want to write is probably one that has warmth in its cruelty and a charm of life in its coldness.
Maybe it's like the taste of Kuding tea. It's bitter but sweet, and the aftertaste is not necessarily endless.
Well, I admit that this is purely wishful thinking,
Then please feel free to take a look. Please bring your own plastic bags for melon seeds and stools.
Feel free to scatter flowers, knock bricks, and throw atomic bombs.
Please ignore the button in the upper right corner and don't leave your footprints carelessly!
Bow.