I think he will be awake at this moment, so I go up to my room and quietly open the door to find him in that state asleep for two days. deep

I don't know why he has something strange, his face is beautiful in a breathtaking way, these shadows on his face are like an artist's drawing of a star in his left hand, his eyebrows are high and thick, black and shiny as the curtains of the night when he descends, his eyelashes are long as if they are made of a sharp spear, his lips are full and small with them That red blight like a millennia-old...