I am a pessimist, and my uncontrollable imagination strangles me in my own world. The sad thing is that I don't want to break away, so I just indulge in my heart. It doesn't matter if I drown to death, because no one has ever mourned for me.
Maybe at some point, my soul was rotten and my mind was damp. The madness and romance are mixed with my remaining sanity. There is nothing left but enough for me to remember your appearance and voice.
Want to redeem each other?
Purpose: Establish a correct view of love
