The domestic garbage in front of the house littered by crows is simply the epitome of society.
One day I will be beaten to the bone, too.
Couples with brown hair playing in the middle of the road are not suitable either.
If it is liberated from daily oppression, where is my anger?
Spit on the shallow fanaticism of hearing "wow ~"
Ah, if the earth breaks down now, everything will be safely away from this deep thought.
Without anyone noticing.
On July 7th, I dreamed that you just gave me the middle finger.
Smile and look lonely than usual.
The milk she drank lay in concrete and evaporated into the air.
If you catch it, you won't forget it
I only held the day when I choked.
Ah, if the earth is broken now, everything will be safe and sound away from you now and in the days you seized it.
So, until the milky way
Until the star like you.