Heart......

Where should we go from here?

heart

How to talk about nostalgia?

Why is it so talking?

It's so sad and painful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems to be such a painful one,

But it is a waiting of pain and pain,

After a long wait,

Death and cold waiting,

In the waiting of forgetting and forgetting,

What's there,

It's so unwilling.

Is it so unwilling to be lonely?

- She has been under the water for a long time,

It's time to attack.

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Is it so confusing?

Scared there,

Hiding there,

Trembling and weeping,

I can't find it to hide my face and weep,

Only the dust wind listens,

The dust wind listens to the tears and rain.

What kind of injury will it be?

What kind of pain will it be?

And what kind of evasion and evasion?

Can't dodge?

- In that moment,

Injuries followed.

Attacks followed.

It's just a matter of moments.

Can't escape?

The bard is in danger,

It's just overwhelming......

Scared?

Afraid?

Is it at fault?

Lost?

wounds

in the crack;

wounds

Cracked again;

throbbing and cracking,

It's just broken,

Just ruptured and bleed,

It's just that it has to break and bleed again,

Pain in rupture.

-- It's so uncomfortable,

Wounds always seem to not heal well.

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She licked her wounds.

The white fox used his tongue,

Sorrowfully licking his wounds,

In the soft licking of the tongue,

She licked the smell of blood.

Bloody again,

It's a salty taste,

Is......

Delicious taste,

The boiling heat of blood,

The delicacy of blood.

That's their own blood,

Taste the smell of your own blood,

Lick to soothe the pain of the wound.

What is that?

Is that a care for a wound?

Or is it a landfill of memory?