It's always good to have dreams, right? A lot of the time, I know. . .
What do you know? I know that there is a beginning but no ending, there is intention but no intention, and I don't know what I am talking about. . .
Everything, I know, just. . .
If life was just like the first time we met, would there not be so many people who are sad in autumn? Would we be able to tell whether it is rain or tears? Would we really be able to look at the destination of happiness through time?
Actually, I know. . .