One Topic, Different Dream.
I don't know whether their stories, mostly tode by themselves, could be called as tragidies. Anywhy the purpose of their living is to sacrifice time after time.
Commemorate the helpless bitterness with the solemnity of the examination room.
Sing the low score of zero points with a perfect attitude.
Wandering poet,
Already gone.
On top of the music stand,
It's a melody that I'm never familiar with.
(I don't guarantee that the sadness in every article is so direct. Even if you laugh, please tell them that you are crying for them.)
Intention: