On the road of love, we are rivals, so we know how to compete.
But why did I fall in love with you on the precipice of competition?
I held the bottle and kept shaking it, and the wood kept spinning. He pushed me a huggable bear and said, "Be good!" Sleep well. Looking at me with bright eyes. ． ． ． ． ． As a result, as soon as he pushed me, I stopped moving on the floor because of the deep pain. ． ． ． I cried in his arms, crying so fiercely, Mu, I listened to you and loved you, why, you still don't love me?