Cruel and crazy priest vs. Sensitive and beautiful monk
"Who are you going to pray for? God, or me?"
Venus had been secretly in love with Ellis in London for many years. He would wait quietly and watch him quietly while standing on the desolate land that filled the sky. He loved the pupils wrapped in winter.
Riots continued in Britain.
The vulgar coachman took away his beloved.
"No matter where you are, I will find you."
The nightmare-like spring now seems distant and real.
When you cry, you can't see clearly outside. He closed his red and swollen eyes, the sun was too bright and made his eyes darken.
The heavy snow was falling aimlessly. I knelt in front of the church. You took up my silver hair and gave me a long kiss.
"Honey, pray for me. Okay?"
Purpose: A book tells you why Britain is a corrupt country