The cry of grief sank deep in my heart, it felt so uncomfortable.
The curtain hangs in front of my eyes, making me a little afraid to approach.
Reach out and touch the emptiness. . .
Have you ever kissed my thinnest side?
I thought, I thought, but what can I do?
It's so worrying to cover up the memories of the past.
The moe is clinging to me and I can't get rid of it no matter what.
The darkness I saw when I looked up. . .
Already owned me, my heart is floating away.
I thought, I thought, but what can I do?
Broken, broken.
Finally just. .
Still saw it!