2023.8.21
(Third person)
I always thought you were a bird. When I met you for the second time, I built a warm nest for you.
But after all, I am just a thorn bird. On the day when happiness is about to come, he dies
Our love begins with deception and ends with deception.
But I don't regret this hopeless love
Let us treat every day as the last day and live freely and freely
I will always admire your free soul
Concept: When I have cheated my whole life, is it still cheating?