I want to ask God where are you?
I want to ask myself
I was smart at the beginning, I was smart at the end
Being so smart almost destroyed me
I want to ask about heaven and earth
Or maybe it's superstition and asking about fate
give up everything, leave everything behind
Let me drift in the quiet night sky
You don't have to force yourself to say you love me again
Anyway, my soul has withered piece by piece
Slowly piece it together Slowly piece it together
Piece it together into something that doesn't belong to the real me at all
I don't want to indulge anymore
Nor do I want to drift every second every day, every night
I don't want to ask more, say more, or ask for my dream any more
I don't want to indulge anymore
Nor do I want to drift every second every day, every night
I don't want to ask more, say more, or beg more.
I am really incompetent as a copywriter, please forgive me.
Because of a momentary joke, he was kicked into the prince's world. When he was disappointed, he slowly accepted the world and found his own love.
After the overhaul, it will probably be updated daily...