At this time of year, the maples are about to burn, and the plain clothes are too cold.
Luoying lies beside her knees, and she plays the voiceless sound for you.
This article is all lyrics I have written before
The themes are diverse, including memory of my mother, novels that died in infancy, bedrooms...
I prefer ancient styles, but my ability to control words is not enough, so I wrote... Anyway, I want to post it regardless of whether anyone will read it, just as a souvenir!