Low melancholy... I raised the curve of my mouth. It turns out that all this is fake...
The boy who once kissed the corner of my mouth lost to sex...
The once best friend lost to material things...
When everything is fixed in tragedy, how can I comfort myself that none of this is true?
All I can say is that I lost to reality.
Trapped in a cocoon...
Yu Jin and Mi Ke broke in. Should you tell them to get out?