A rainy season in London
The one I love has a raven on his chest.
It uses claw marks to write sonnets in the snow, and its rhymes are carried by the north wind toward the unknown dusk.
When the Thames swallowed the last drop of twilight, I finally understood the falling star, and realized that the rain was the unsent letter from 1981. And our kiss stranded in the mist has already grown a green patina in the humid rainy season.
The last time I searched all over London, I couldn't find a cedar scented perfume.
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The author has something to say in the first chapter.
Concept: Love is a rusty relic
Reader comments
The heroine is not a good person, she is simply attractive [sunglasses][sunglasses]
The heroine is not a good person, she is simply attractive [sunglasses][sunglasses]
Nice! ! ! I love you teacher! !