The Romance of Those Three Years

After all, who is not at fault? Three years have passed since I made one mistake after another. Those three years taught me a lot, allowing me to at least walk on foot in crowded places like an upright person without being seen through by them. Maybe the final result will be the moment of waking up from the dream, maybe everything is in vain. Of those three years of romance, I'm afraid only the snow is left... Welcome to join the group 1003495101