If a beautiful world truly exists, I'd be willing never to leave...
I don't want to pick up people's bad habits. I hope things between us can be simple. I hope our laughter comes from the heart, and our tears are symbols of happiness too. But I have to leave, and so must they. We have to go to that filthy yet lovable place and experience it for ourselves before we can understand that returning to innocence is what makes life beautiful...
Then, even if I am mired in filth, I will still be utterly lovable...
I don't know why my comments seem to have been swallowed
I probably know, because I'm writing the same thing as you, and our names are the same. We're really destined.
I seem to know what you are expressing, and I also know the story you are writing, because we are writing a story with the same destination, even the names are the same. We are so destined, and I feel like you are like another me.
Hey, can you see my comment?