Author: Azago

Introduction:

The rain fell on my skirt, and I was afraid to go near it. The river runs through my heart. I looked up and it was obvious that I had to choose a cloud. Looking back, the snow fell without a trace. I brushed my figure, but I didn't ask about life and death. The world of mortals is full of white hair, and I am aggressive in life. I broke my palm and ruined my feelings. Dreadwind makes people feel unbearable in the sea