"The canary bird in the tree is singing that lullaby, sleep baby. Go to sleep my good baby." This is a very warm nursery rhyme.
But fairy tales are lies.
So if he wants to live a formal life, he has to force himself to grow up.
He is no longer his cowardly self.
I am no longer the self who is too timid to communicate with others.
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The cover and columns are from Fleeting Summer Design House.
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