Idiot, when I wrote these two words heavily on the paper, I kept thinking about these idiot stories.
Thinking of the white sky that year, your gentle and indifferent corners of the mouth, the green years closed the door in an instant, and we were each other
Right in front of this door, our backs were turned, walking farther and farther away, and we could no longer find the direction we were in at the beginning.
Intention: