It is high time I publicly weep about how Venti shan't come home to me
A choking noise from my throat and thick tears, however, you shall see
For I am losing hope and primogems in my humble bounty
Not even a stress reliever added with care will do in my ginger tea
But as this harrowing tale of fangirl and fem boy comes to an end
I hope, at least, a message I shall send
Don't play gacha games, fair and square, my kin
Because a five star pull you'll never hope to win
















