The song of the warbler in the blizzard and his gray-brown eyes are like the whiskey flowing at the bottom of the glass, giving me a deep sleep...
——
"I saw the beating flame, your heart." The heat wave hit his face, and his eyes were filled with light blue smiles. The blue sky is clear and the water is shining.
"Don't be ridiculous, idiot." Bizos turned over and pretended to be asleep. A lock of hair hung on the bridge of his nose, covering up the faint pink color that climbed onto his cheeks in the moonlight.
——
I've been fascinated by foreign literature recently, but I'm also confused about how to write it... I just write the copy and text casually, so I'll just read it.
Intention: It was that uncontrollable blizzard that made me meet you