You can't live in a rundown hut withered beneath the thatch, so you travel alone over mountains and across ridges. You came here just to live once amid the endless tides of humanity. You can't break into his heart, where a flame burns, while spring, summer, and autumn tell other people's stories.
I don't care! Just because of DaDa's writing style, even if DaDa is a scammer! I! Still love it greatly! (Hoarse)