I love her, she is like the firefly, she only has a weak light, but she shines into my heart. After she left, she became the moon in his heart, visible but intangible, only he knew.
There was a gentle breeze and a steady drizzle.
The beauty's smile intoxicated my heart.
The breeze comes again and the light rain remains.
Things have changed and people have changed, which hurts my heart.
Short love story, "tragedy"
Contains niche elements, which may be a bit shocking
Writing this is just a trial, if you can't stand it, please exit immediately, thank you~
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