When she first met him that year, she was as out of control as a moth to a flame.
"I once thought I was a butterfly, hovering beautifully next to the bright flowers."
And after they met and fell in love...
"Now I understand that I am not a butterfly, I am a moth
You are not a bright flower, you are a burning fire
I'm not hovering next to you to feel the warmth
I am burning myself in the fire. "
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This document gives me absurd youth,
Discover the emotional flaws caused by the family of origin...
Short storybook
Concept: Emotional flaws brought by native family, ultimate desire for love