The sorrow of the sea, the scars of pain, the scattered eyes that touch the slightest, are overwhelmed by the impact, don't love me, why do you lock me, don't love me, why do you keep me by your side, you have always been aloof, and I am the bottom Like dust, wishing to use my mistakes, one mistake after another, whoever touches the heart of the profile, silently promise to once look at each other, to exist in the world, not to think about it, not to think about it, not to think about it, so I will be indifferent. Don't give me a shred of hope, you won't
Not overestimating one's own capabilities, like moths flying into the flames
But I have never thought that in this life, I will only paint fish as monsters and stop fighting for war.