I stood holding a balloon called happiness for a long time.
Listening to a familiar song, I think of a sad person, a person who will never make me sad again.
For you ~ I gave myself the color <protective color>
How can love continue if it is no longer as clear as crystal?
I no longer know where my heart is, how can I find my innocent self?
Let me slowly fall in love with you and find you slowly alienate me.
He smiled hard, but it hurt the corners of his mouth.
Waiting ruthlessly will bring your own fault.
Conception: