Even if I have a choice in the world, my choice is still you
The wind does not understand the drifting of clouds, and the sky does not understand the desolation of rain.
Cowardice whose eyes don't understand tears, so you don't understand my choice.
You can also not understand my sadness.
But that's my choice. The clouds rise and the clouds relax. Because it's you.
Look at two little enemies. Sometimes a little fight. Warm and sweet at times.
There weren't a lot of ups and downs.
But it's always a moment. Make you feel. Flesh and blood. Have feelings.