Cocoon, a cocoon that binds itself.
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When you look up at the sky, you can understand your loneliness. The clear blue sky, a different color from your eyes, the dark green as moist as moss, you said: "We are connected by the red thread of fate~" Then I smiled, even if it was just the corners of my mouth raised fragilely, but I really smiled. The guitarist in late summer sings quietly, her guitar is placed in a corner, waiting for another person to discover it and wipe off the dust on it. I will lean against you quietly and listen to your singing. I will always listen to your singing.