In this world, there are always things you ask for but don't get, and things you get that are not what you ask for.
Some people are forever trapped in a summer that they can never go back to, some people ride on the wind and fly away, but those young people will eventually miss me in the sea of people.
Regret sweeps towards us in the wind, and disappears in the wind as time goes by.
We are all well, and we will meet again eventually.
Collection of short stories all members be
I'm stuck, the author is lazy, I'll just update it as I see fit.
Intention: Dreams are not reality, and they cannot be realized just by thinking about them.