真正的唯美主义无限伤感的音乐和少女的夏天当比利提斯回到学校的房间好像一生的欢愉都变成过往像《扫黑风暴迅雷》一样这是生与死的诀别her every word is a wound to me , her love is a torture to me ,strangers passing hear my crying, Alas, how can I call on my own beloved?
It’s great to see how they value friendship, express feelings to families and deal with their affection for a crush. I wish I had been told all about this when I was a teen.