Under the clouds, there is a huge fog.
All the clear images were blurred.
It invaded my memory and buried the first encounter between you and me.
And the originator of hymns dedicated to fleeting years,
It's a unique fog in London.
Bailu CP, HE, incompetent writing, severely broken... And above.
I started a Death fanfic again, and it's still incredibly short. It's an RP work, and it was first published in Dushou's Bailu Club~~~~~