One fish day, I wandered alone to the door of the cafe. I really wanted to go in and a cup of warm coffee. In such a cold evening, if possible, I would also like to add a little tears and a little heartbreak.
I tasted the taste of longing, but I didn't. I wanted to keep the first time, keep the blank perfection, keep it until he appeared.
Rain is the tears of the sky, what makes the strong woman cry...
So is my choice right or wrong...