I Used to Be Able to Sing

I feel that the author has the most unique style among the many books I have read.

Then. My favorite is this one. Many people like leaves. But I stubbornly like cats. Maybe it's not that beautiful, maybe there's always a little willfulness But her pain, her little sadness, are beautiful.

Then. . . . I saw a familiar group of guys. . . . All right. . . Your writing style is well known to everyone, so I won't praise you, so. . . I just want to say. . . I've come to see it. . . I really can't comment on the watch. . . . . . Gone. . . .

I always work hard to analyze but can never see clearly what I want. I am always so paranoid and stubborn, turning my love into sadness. Maybe sadness is the best ending. But can I not be sad in the ending?

He always quietly listens to others discussing the issues between Die and Canghai, and always plays a quiet guest role in other people's stories. When the song ends and the curtain falls, he just laughs it off. I am rarely moved by other people's things. Even though I will pretend to comfort and say some words of sympathy when others are unfortunate, and I will raise the corners of my lips and say blessings when others are happy, but I am always a spectator. Saying words of sympathy may not really sympathize, and saying words of blessing may not really be a blessing. Don't be sad when we part and don't be excited when we get together. The story is always being acted by others, and I just need to watch quietly. In other people's stories, I am lonely looking for my own shadow. Watching groups of ants lining up and passing by, constantly repeating the footsteps of others, walking the path that others have walked, going to school, studying, working, getting married, having children, and then watching your own children walking the same path that you have walked, as if you are looking at yourself yesterday. So, in my own life, I became a spectator. Don't express any opinions, because others are doing this, so you should do the same, there is nothing wrong with it. The wasted time and years accumulate into dust in the years, wandering in the gaps of time. Play after play continues to tell similar stories, and the spectators are still the same spectators, continuing the tranquility of the past. From the beginning to the end of a play, whether it is joy or sorrow, separation or separation, it has nothing to do with the spectators. What the spectators are waiting for is just the end of the play and the separation of people.

Husband, you are a lily, I don't know what to say This story is very good and beautiful, but I have no intention of appreciating the beauty of the lily, because my heart does not belong here...

The singing leaves dance the most beautiful melody in the wind!

Once upon a time, far away! Alas, drift away... It turns out that Lord Shadow also has such years, I thought you became a monster from the beginning!

Twenty years old. . Gone are the green years. . Bitterness and joy, pain and sorrow, seem to be able to recall those years. . .

All I can say is. Am I not that age yet? Sure enough, my heart is still young. . How to say it? Everything that happened in the past suddenly seems like a dream. The most important thing is to grasp the present. A certain one who decided to start updating *(escape~~)* . . Eh. . .