People often say, "If you don't make an effort, won't you have wasted your life?" She disagrees. To her, eating, sleeping, and daydreaming are what matter most. But when did these three insignificant things stop being enough? Was it because an unexpected fourth thing came along... liking you? She is a wonderful woman, with enchanting looks and a lazy disposition. He is a gentle man, with a scholar's air and a soft-spoken manner. Her love for him is like the lingering fragrance of incense, scattered into pieces. His love for her is like a sigh drifting to the ground.
=V= Industrious evildoer, please update, please update~ (ps. Can you change the tone of "when" to "when"... Modern literature, dear - -