The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
P. S. The title comes from a song called "The Fairy in the Picture", but the story has nothing to do with the song. Anyway, I recommend everyone to listen to it. The lyrics are written by Schrödinger's cat, an adult I like very much^ ^
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