"Buddhist and frigid boss" × "Young and famous violinist"
There was a faint light in the distance at 3:30 in the morning.
The breeze was blowing, and I was sitting on the balcony leaning on the railing.
The blanket wrapped around me.
In my slightly tipsy state, I felt a brief pleasure, and time seemed to
Listening to me, the dead leaves are withering and withering, the heartbeat is beating at this moment
Seems extremely clear.
I saw icebergs, rotten wild fruits, broken glass,
The ground was covered with dead leaves soaked in blood.
I long for someone to love me fiercely until death, and understand that love and death are equally great.
When I feel love, what follows is worry about gain and loss.
My bones love my heart until death. I slump on the sofa, feeling the sunshine surrounding my body. My heart beats regularly, supporting my boring life day after day.
I have never given up on myself, nor have I forgotten my original appearance. I love myself and everything about me.
Purpose: Love cannot be lived up to
