The heart is very messy.,It's so messy that you have to write something.,Borrow a place.,Don't mind.,It's not about the text.,You don't have to read it.,By the way,There's no update at noon today...... I'm sorry, I don't have the strength to think about it, I don't have the strength to write.

It's been a few years...... I dreamed of that person again.

Didn't meet though.

It was for a promise, a promise to be kept in dreams.

Why, still can't get out.

When I woke up from the dream, I was already sweating all over my body, and my heart was not feeling, but I was laughing and crying.

His body was shaking, his mouth was sneering, but his eyes were watering.

Miserable, miserable.

You play with your heart, but I destroy it with my own hands.

I know what it is that shatters into pieces, that's your heart!

In this world, no matter how gorgeous music is, it can't compare to the notes flowing at your fingertips.

Why am I so stupid......