When I was seventeen years old, I received a bouquet of indigo roses with a small piece of paper hanging on it, which read, "Klein blue is the color of a person's pupils after death. After death, the weight will decrease by 21 grams. Wait for the peach to rot, wait for the sea to turn into Klein blue, and wait for me to turn into 21 grams."
But you don't know, I wrote on the back of the paper, "Klein blue is the ultimate romance. Under the red sunset of Burgundy, I only see your blue pupils, swallowing me up little by little with the red dusk. I want to become 42 Grams, and I greedily want to rub your soul into my body and become you."
Mi Lan
Purpose: This is the first GL article I wrote. The plot is dull and the details are detailed.
