The sky is a guide, and every guess I make can be proven to be the truth.
It's really not narcissism. I know there is a reason why I fall in love repeatedly.
I'm not sick. I really saw my best friend running like a tengu onto the coal train. I saw my junior brother grow 20 centimeters between breaths. I could hear the trees talking, and I could see the future of each of you.
I'm really not sick. Who can talk to me?