Incomplete.
Surge.
Numbness.
Bloody.
A world of hysteria.
The desolate heart cannot stand the burning.
Still have to live.
Can be extremely happy.
You are as warm as jade, but your heart is cold.
Why, sometimes the smile never comes to my heart no matter what.
You are cowardly and hypocritical, but you have a kind heart.
Why, sometimes despair is always filled with hope.
We have never met each other, but we still miss them?
For example, a chance encounter,
For example, misfortune.
At night, I clean up the wounds of the day and crawl forward dripping with blood.
Saito's courage is not worthy of his name, he is a hypocritical and cowardly sick person.
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