Because it is plain, I hide everything that can miss you.
Because it is plain, I feel desolate when I see the letters stored in the dark.
I can only laugh and hide my disappointment with laughter. Tell yourself that there is still love.
Probably, for you, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, no matter what night it is tomorrow?
However, no one will let you say all this. It is you who swear by yourself and give it to yourself.
So, let's start over again. . . . . . . . .