The smile is between the eyebrows, blown by the wind several times. The days we hesitate are like photos of memories, but there is a silhouette left by the starry sky, which stays far away in space, showing the beauty of youth.
Sneak down to the bifurcation point in the time capsule, postcard, do you see it.
My thoughts are beautiful, the breeze blows, I still remember you.
Being hit by positive particles, if you have a choice, please let me come to your side. It doesn't matter to me whether you turn a blind eye or not. As long as you are persistent, you will learn to wait.
I know that scars are much more serious than rheumatoid arthritis. No matter whether it is sunny or rainy, the pain will not diminish.
Even though I was covered in bruises, I saw that there was always someone with a smile between his brows.