From the very beginning of our acquaintance, we started waiting for each other.
The fallen camphor leaves in the alley bear witness to this long period of time.
Waiting to grow up, waiting to be handed over, waiting for happiness to come.
[Thank you for your private comment. I am so touched. I will continue to work hard!
Pseudo literature and art from the period of private schizophrenia is suspected to be a dark product = =→ "Bloody Lily"
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