There's something beneath my chest since I read Dazai Osamu.

People I've asked, they don't care about the meaning of death.


The world is cracking, nothing we can cure, I just hope the wind can drive me somewhere to begin.

Wish you could write me a poem to souvenir our 6 date.

I can't imagine those fairy tales.

Sometimes growing up gives birth to a tragedy.

The things I did nothing much was meaningful.

Who ever I got near to, I know they just turn into gloom.

Wish I could turn into a merrily angel, then we would meet 10 times per day.

Wish I could turn into some elegant poetry, so you'll be willing to read 10 times more.

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