In the deserted corner of the White House, tears are beating in the dim moonlight
Elegant moonlight and charming eyes
It's actually a sad facial expression
Behind is loneliness
Still happy
Or an endless one
The tears have been wiped away, the blood has run out, and the heart has stopped beating.
At that time, I smiled lightly: I had guessed it a long time ago
It's completely the product of resentment. Tears are the evidence.