You are never alone, because there must be someone in this world who is working hard to be by your side.
And I,? I am a pure blowing sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword, a sword?
I hate and complain, just because of that unknown era and that sad autumn.
It's just that the person who used to have his bangs cut neatly, smile silly when he saw you, and run behind you is no longer there.
It's just that the person who could have been thought of for a long time because of your caring words or gentle eyes is no longer there.
I have been thinking about what if, what would happen to us without what if?
But we can't go back. .