An autumn rain and a cold
Love cannot be found, hate cannot be known.
If the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are youth, you can ask for it and get it without asking for it. If so, he said, he laughs, laughs and cries when he laughs.
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I just want to write a story that is not a love story
Group portrait, no specific protagonist
Concept: unfilled black hole, terrible wear and tear