Hp Spring Flower Letter

"Young man, why are you stubbornly looking in that direction? Don't look away for a long time? He is gazing at his moon. " The swaying swing brings out the gentleness in my memory. The rabbit hole covered with weeds hides the softness between the fingers. The surrounding lilac flowers are falling, blooming the fragrance in the nose. Severus thought he could keep the flowers in the ivory tower, It's like keeping a secret in a drawer when you were young. But God has never been partial to him. The short but beautiful dream is destined to be shattered. In the fantasy, he was willing to become a prisoner of time, and in reality he looked for traces of her existence. "Severus, I am your favorite." "Promise me not to leave me." "I'll always be waiting for you." "Can you not leave? Don't leave me, Lena. Please..." Humble begging, the residue at the bottom of the bottle, It was the pure white dance skirt that was not selected, and it was also his never-ending self-punishment. The dark and ugly alley, the bloody setting sun, No matter which one can easily swallow the fragile wings of the paper crane. But just like the reply she gave him in the folded paper crane, she was never absent. He thought she was broken moonlight, a rose-colored cloud, a tender flower that needed to be protected and cherished. But she was the fire under the iceberg, the dandelion growing from the cracks in the bricks, and the error he was not sure about. It was she who reached out to him and made him feel the peace and tranquility that he had not seen for a long time. It was she who abandoned him in her dream with her own hands, decisively and cruelly. Severus knew that fate had never stopped treating him unfairly, but he still wanted to try again. He surrendered and risked his life for her, but in the end he ran towards an irreversible ending. The deep-seated love buried under regret, even if it is never spoken, can still light up the foggy road ahead and bloom in the dark night. Gentle and firm white moonlight x gloomy and deep little bat Perfumery Master x Potion Master Perfume|Ballet|Oil painting|Chess game Misty rain and mist are a perfect match. Intention: Everyone has to pay the price for their own choices.