EneTakane518

“What’s the point of repeating the days? When your dreams have all gone and faded away?” What a wonderful thing you’re saying. Although you would claim that, “I love the unreality,” with your fingers to me. You can’t say it with your mouth, isn’t that right? Connecting with others that have neither faces nor voices, it’s an odd thing. But it’s not love, which we both can believe. After that, today like any other days will begin to fade, But pretending you’ve lived that day, you sleep to shut it all away. “Aah, so boring,” you sigh averting your sad eyes. Yet