Ordinary love, without blood feud, without cruelty and heat, is nothing.
That man was just a poor little boy I picked up on a snowy mountain. Just seeing how beautiful he was, my soul was taken away. From then on, my heart was no longer my heart, my liver was no longer my liver, and I only thought of him all over my body.
That man saved my life, but I was attracted by his strong spirit, but he gave me endless warmth, protected me everywhere, thought of me everywhere, and took me to travel through this foreign land of mountains and rivers to experience the true warmth and coldness of this world.
I think this is a kind of love, a love we have never experienced before
Maybe, we all like each other more than ourselves, maybe it's not just like.
A strong and loyal dog attacks a weak and intelligent beauty.
Purpose: I want to write a different pastoral novel