Fairy tale is over, forgetting is happiness, and pencil drawing is gray after all.

The sand blown by the wind is crying and not in the mood.

Space name: the most bitter solo love song つ The smile and image memory of the corners of the mouth cannot be erased.

Quiet, it can go on like this.

Personality signature: How can I say such a pale thing?

You are not a stranger, but you pretend to be stranger than a stranger.

The waves flooded the beach and diluted the vows on the beach. Once vague, at arm's length.

I don't know how long I would have suffered without what you said to me.

Hope to adopt!