I watched her put on my clothes, wrap a bandage, dye her hair, hold a white rose in her hand, and walk step by step towards the church where we stayed together.
I see her imitating me and wanting to live like me.
I stood on my tombstone and watched her cry quietly again. I smiled and asked her, "Why are you crying again?"
"Don't cry, it's so ugly."
She believed the rumors and wanted to see me again, so the golden bean fell.
I suddenly felt unwilling and resented myself - I hadn't told her yet that I liked her very much.
Will she hate me?
After all, I'm so cowardly
The fool is reliable when he should be reliable, and he is a reliable recipient×slowly hot, high-cold, crying, straight attack
First person, be warning
One chapter completed
Intention: Listening to songs