Time is like a brush without alcohol. No matter how hard you scrub, some things can never be cleaned.
Lay down?
Shouldn't you let it go?
Aren't those suffocating pains profound enough?
Isn't the shining knife in your heart obvious enough?
It's been three years, and you're the only one who hasn't come out.
If the brush can't clean it, just leave it there.
Don't worry,
Don't be afraid either and keep moving forward. Come on, Azusa!
Intention: If you bend down and cannot pick up the moonlight, then give it up.