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[Heart]
Damn the moon, my loneliness, just like that, ignited by you.
Your warm light is like a cold blade in the executioner's hand.
Slowly, slowly, piercing my body.
And me, this fragile soul.
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I'm not sure if I'm a sad person, but I'm sure there's a sad or happy story going on somewhere in the world at some point.
Perhaps, the days I have lived have given myself the feeling of treating life, treating life, and treating emotions differently, or maybe it is my own temperament!
But in any case, in the long river of the sun and the moon that follows, I hope that I can spend a short and long time in a sunny, moderate, and enthusiastic way. I hope to be able to live a little more dashing and more meaningful.
Until the star that belongs to me becomes dimmed, please don't worry, don't be afraid, friends, that is where I am returning to the bloom of my life.