First of all, this is a story.
Just a story.
This is a story about a girl.
All right.
This is actually a story full of resentment.
Disclaimer, I'm telling a story.
I'm just telling stories.
Absolutely no complaints or complaints.
Please believe me.
…Don't believe it?
Please look at my pure and upright eyes.
... Still don't believe it?
If you don't believe it, don't believe it.
I've seen through it.
Anyway, pure and upright, etc.
It has long been a floating cloud in the sky.
[Well, the number of words is almost enough to take up some space. Over.