"As a withered flower... What else can I miss about you? Answer me..."
"Missing is a bright sorrow, don't give me a clear smile, I will not be able to see everything clearly..."
"I don't need to keep my promise at all, right? That kind of thing... Is vulgar."
"I owe you fifteen years of happiness, and I don't want to owe you fifteen more years." Even if you do it, I will never love you again...
"Sometimes I feel very tired. Why should I undo the past??"
"Hey... It's raining... The gods are crying again..."
It's just scattered and stumbling words, written when I have nothing to do. Don't even know what I wrote. There is friendship, there is love, there is hate. Although the text is confusing and fragmented. But very real.