? I am ready all year round, and you are only interested in other people's spring.
? I'm glad to grow up. I haven't been happy since I grew up.
? Many people are glad that I gave up on you. Many people don't know that I gave up on myself.
? Some people don't move, and some people push too hard.
? The calendar tore off the last page, but many things did not turn over a new page.
? I can't empathize with every soul, but I can only have a chance to get drunk with you.
? I'm not thinking of you, but of the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the boy who dares to send wild flowers.
? Everyone in the big city of Nuoda is an island, and the only connection with each other is the occasional surging tide.
? It's not just my thoughts that are wrongly paid in the world.
? Yes, that's all right. I can do anything. It's okay. It's nothing. I'm sorry
? I tried to disappear, but I really didn't care.
? The only way for me to solve interpersonal relationships is to give up.
? She can't do this. Every once in a while, her mentality collapses and she has to piece together the days before going on. She dare not break the jar.
? Suddenly want to chat with you, open the window, and suddenly find that it was me at the end of the last time. You didn't reply, so you stopped talking.
? I don't want to meet a new person, get used to everything, tell him my little secret, cry secretly at night, and like someone again, at least not now. I only have a little love, but I still have a lifetime to live.
? When I miss you on the steps, only the moon passes by.
? I waited late, and you didn't let me go with you, so I left by myself.
Hello? Is the beginning of the story. Do you want to get better? This is our ending.
? I think my biggest problem is that I can't speak out every moment of injustice with confidence.
? The real despair is not that the world falls and the world is submerged, but that when you drown, you can see that everyone around you can breathe as you like.
? Maybe I gave up too many things on a whim, so others did the same to me.
? Whether you are young or not, I don't know the world. Cold comes and summer goes, sunrise and sunset, and people gather and disperse.
? I set those unreasonable and worrying emotions as "only you can see them."
? The saddest thing is not to hide in the quilt and cry in the middle of the night, but to wake up and dream of the loss of two people.