I have a book that lacks its heart, soul, and soul. It lacks suffering, love, suffering, stories, and agility. Now that I have started writing this book, how can I stop, revise, revise, and mend it? I hope it will be a peerless book in the end. What? A person, a planet, a world, a story that can never be finished, a part of memories, a part of love, a part of reluctance, and a part of the courage to start over again. If this book can be written down, then I think it will be a masterpiece that only belongs to me.
Belongs only to me,
I see the light in your eyes, so I'm willing to die for you
Intention: My dear Lord Djinn, I will make my second wish. The furthest distance between you and me cannot be more than five feet.
