He went

A passionate woman is hurt more, and her love lover is over.

Got, scattered, lost, changed.

I don’t know why the moon is hiding in the corner, and I’m looking at the sky, the blue sky is as pure as my heart.

Later, as the pace of time progressed, gradually faded away from innocent innocence. 14 years old, and a simple and rounded emotional farewell, towards my maturity, not worthy.

Will it be, as long as you are

No one taught, but I did a striker. Impulsive, arrogant, upset, excited. . . . . . All the negative words are applicable to me.

Really, it seems that there is no chance to be a veritable lady, because the total choice is to retreat.

a simple but sincere and urgent desire

There is no echo between the lines.

For him, open a funeral in my heart to commemorate our lost love.

Sending his favorite tulip to smell cold and fragrant. . . . . .