If you love, you will cry. If you cry, you will lose.
I heard that it was because there was an invisible wind blowing.
I heard that the invisible wind was accidentally seen by us.
I heard that those floating emotions were blown up by them.
I heard, there are many, many.
I forgot how many.
I want to write a lot. About youth.
About finding your way back. About the mistakes I made.
About love. About pain.
The invisible wind is blowing, blowing up the sky full of blood-red roses. Looking back, your smile is just like before.
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Okay. School has started. A freshman in high school. Nothing more. Ahhh. What a pity. Will continue if I have time.