In the early morning, I dream about you. Carefully guess what you are going to do in your dream. He followed behind you, but was still calmly thrown away. There was not a single pedestrian on the entire street. It seems like a place that only exists to make you abandon me. Such familiar loneliness and sadness. As I have assumed countless times before, you are helpless about my mood. Right. Just helpless.
The cover came from Du Niang. This story has not been translated into words. But I did it anyway. No reason.