Dear
Wandering in front of your window, I don’t want to be the moon
I want to be that ordinary broom
Sweeping the moonlight for you
I want to tell you
When the strong wind blows, the amplitude of my body surges
I want to tell you
It is because I am soaked
that the rain can enter your house
About the Creator
Lucian
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