i... at times i think i should be the one who would disappear without a sound.
everything is prepared for long. we are merely in the elaborately made game. wht is the purpose i wonder. again. time is a play too. it's just simply not right to let me get in.
it was me. who runined your beauteous life. who made you to let all things go. who pruned an ingenue's core.
another guilt never exuded from spirit's windows. another forever unconscious contracdiction. another rue that last out for a whole game.