This will be a story with a beginning and an end, HE.
In reality it was stranded and even I almost forgot about it.
Every time he and I went there, there was chaos and heavy rain.
Every time, he would always stretch out his bloody hand from the thorns and embrace me in his arms.
For the last time, he stretched out his scarred hand from the thorns and waved it gently.
He said: I hope people who like you will like you too.
I said: I wish you the best and wish me the best.
He said: No more, no more.
Seven points true and three points false.
Just take it as a story.
Look at the flashbacks of my seven years,
How to get your long-cherished wish fulfilled.
Intent: To 702's clumsy and romantic love
