Short essays, writing practice, and emotional flow.
The man who defrauded me of everything in my youth is back.
She is a masterful liar.
There is no shame, so there are many kinds of charm.
The soul is empty, so it is mysterious and difficult to guess.
She penetrated into my life again like water, suffocating me and giving me oxygen.
"Twilight is the time of day when my eyesight is at its worst. At a glance, the streets are full of beauties, and the tall buildings and streets have also changed into their usual shapes, just like in a movie... You were standing at the corner of the stairs, with a certain fragrance, a bit wet, and a strange smell. When I passed by, I realized that you were crying. That's when it happened."
Intention: Love what I love, hate what I hate
