That person's I once has loved, now passes cannot call the love, has not liked with hating, but finally extricates, these matters become the passing mist, no longer easily pursues any dependence, I can slowly go out the sentiment wound, now lives very silent, does not have any to be sad, I which waited for returns to the beginning and most primitive initial, void mind, purple quoin. Likes that person for a long time, but said as before does not export, although with his friendship good, but has plants the unfamiliar feeling, each other is away from remotely, chats when is away from together the wall as if, even I fear, must a duty but the distance be farther because of him. Once back and forth has met many people, only he was the person which I most lays down, hoped distant place you can feel, you are I has cared about the person. by KIKI 伊藤尹 |