Living the last summer of high school where the same thing happens every day
What I see and touch is the clear sky that is still clear under the constant washing of tears of regret and unwillingness.
All I want to have is those three years of no regrets that seem so long but so short.
So I drew a cover myself = =. . . But after I finished the painting, I realized that I had no idea how to turn the painting into a cover. .
So that's it = =