So what do I care about?
I heard him say "I asked her "what do you want" on her bday, she said "stop smoking" andI did... Cold turkey"
I ask you, do you have to smoke it?
You said that all artists are like this.
I think you and I have no future.
Finally the snow falls on your temples, this is the last winter...
Later, I heard you sing "Obviously you loved me too, there's no reason why love can't end."
I remember that day you looked at me from a distance, but later on you still smoked, drank, dyed your hair, and got tattoos.
In fact, I can't write stories. I say that when I write them, they must be romantic and it's enough to move myself.
But what do I regret?
That evening, the light fell on the earth, and the world was dyed red in spots. I am not your savior. I am unwilling to see you fall. After all, I cannot save you.
(It is not recommended to read, the author's writing style is a bit strange)
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