Why is it dangerous to work in a bar and not be able to sleep well?
What should I do with my body if this continues...
I just casually mentioned my eighteenth birthday to him.
I shouldn't have given him a chance to pack.
I thought he had forgotten me.
But he came and was injured... I failed to protect him.
It's actually quite sunny by the window.
Brother... Brother?
Why does he have to come to the bar with me?
This kid is so miserable.
If only it were earlier, he wouldn't have to work so hard.
I will go to the city with him.
Concept: Love is two wandering people building a nest together.
