This is the poem I write to you in every century,
I wrote it with endless thoughts and decorated it with the roses that had not bloomed in the morning.
There is only one sentence written in the poem:
Today has never passed,
That's my promise to you tomorrow.
The letter records the sunset that dyed half of the sky.
This is the only thing a coward can give you,
I mean... I like you,
My dear Aphrodite.
Newbie writing,
The first world (currently serialized)
Motto: Love is gender-neutral