It was lamenting a good bond, yet coveting a handsome friend.
It was a thousand twists and turns, and a pair of mandarin ducks side by side beneath the light, only to end with them never meeting again.
I heard you arrived at the winter solstice. Luckily, the wind had stilled above your brows.
At first, I heard you were calm and indifferent as the sky. I never expected you to be as pure as snow and moonlight, a single flake landing on my fingertip.
The less serious blurb
A slice-of-life story, a running diary, an absurd dream.
Cast into another world, meeting an old friend in a foreign land. But old friends and new acquaintances have such different statuses. With no other choice, I can only shamelessly cling to them. (I can't write blurbs. I'll figure it out later.)
Theme: Companionship is the longest-lasting confession of love.
