If love is fair, then why do people shout, despair, cry, and feel sad——
I thought I would have a safe haven when I grew up... But it wasn't because I lost my home like a polar bear and was wandering all the time. Where is my home? I never knew that the warm wind from my hometown could blow far away... But I can never go home again
I can never go back to... That utopia that once made me feel at ease... I'm not particularly sad, nor do I want to cry, I just don't want to think of...
She stood there, everything was just a dream, a dream... She... Died at that time...
Repeated over and over again. . .
