Let the superfluous emotions be in a daze on my face. You are my immortal desire. ぁ Crush the unforgettable pain and loneliness, where to heal? Reality hurts again. Don't forget to smile. It's like time flies. Who is waiting pale? There is no hope for you. It is soft and clear, swimming in the smoke. Your existence is my fatal dependence. Moved by my heart, I suffered from suffocation alone. ゛丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶叆Only you are the end of my waiting | Who is waiting? Because the flowers can't bloom ╮ Who is the one who decides not to let go? In retrospect, that smile is precious. If you don't love, where will it hurt? You can't stop crying if you rely on the warm corner you give. Take love as a habit and forget it. Let's go together. Give me a little sunshine and my memory will rot. Too much pain has stopped beating. Count your own scars, imitate others' meanness, try to keep you, snuggle up to each other, and recall the past and present is just a play. Whose happiness is involved? The madness of memory has eroded me. I can't touch the dazzling sunshine. who is it? Open the dusty memory. You are the residual temperature in my memory. I am faint, happy, inexplicable and lonely. It's better to miss each other than to meet. My feelings have dried up. Leave memories at the end of happiness. The past erased my innocence. Staying at the height of our happy high heels, you don't deserve a man-you can't just go back to your original place thinking about new love. Outsiders don't understand the heartache of insiders. You have a heart, but no heartbeat. Fuzzy side face in memory | Looking for the lonely sunshine for a long time, who will accompany me in the sunset? That smile stung my messy hair. I don't know how to feel helpless. Time will take away our memories. Until the end of the century, we will all be beautiful and stranded. Who is sad with whom | Lies | An unexpected fact | Smiles can't erase the tenderness in my heart. Only reserved thoughts that don't belong to me are left. I am strangers to each other. I am alone in an empty city. I am crazy about false ambiguity in the reality of subversion day and night.