The button was wrong from the beginning, only to find that something was wrong at the end, and only at the end did I have to admit it.
How can I not be sad when you are so happy?
I don't talk to you, not because I don't love you, but because I'm afraid it's blank. ...
Even crying is too weak to wake people up.
There are many unknown helplessness hidden in those blowing in the wind's feelings.