Wolfdog Professional E-Sports Ceiling
"Fu Wanyou." He wore black headphones and smiled unruly. At that time, he raised the corners of his lips and shouted her name. The summer wind accompanied by the youth's brightness was really suffocating.
She only needed to look at him once, and it didn't take long for her to drown in his deep eyes.
She was in a trance, staring at that humid summer after the rain. The distance was so far that she could only see his appearance clearly.
The echoes were hidden in the rain and dew, and waves of shallow laughter came to my ears.
He carefully held up the headset, whispered into the microphone, and whispered: "Perhaps my world will be constantly passed by people from the beginning, so thank you for stopping. Thank you for treating me as your incomparable existence. And I would rather be immersed in the mire than breathe. Only, I get oxygen because of you."
Me, just because you get oxygen.
This time, she smiled, like gardenias blooming after the rain.
Raindrops fall on the flower buds, bit by bit, eroding the entire petals, exposing them to the sun, bit by bit, breathing and blooming.
--I don't want to breathe, but I only get oxygen because of you.
--I don't want to bloom, but I only get light because of you.
Intention: With moonlight in my heart, no matter what, I will eventually get what I want