A croaker on the tablue.
He want to be a ministry.
Am I attached, now?
When I'm changed into water.
Do not call me a cheap name.
He needs some green.
Hometown seems like a mess.
My face is appeal to hatred.
We talk about bravery on the rooftop.
Am I under illusion now?
It is time for dilemma.
I will die by 33.
Because my friends have power that presses me.
Time can solve nothing.
It seems like cicada live in my ears.
Wu- Wu- another trust is back in the custom move my memory.
Just my memory.
Just another shadow is going out.
Just another green is going out