I don't know who can get away with filar silk.
Life dies with smoke.
Throw away the cigarette butts and tell the sadness.
A little burn, a little damage.
The passage of the circle and the helplessness of the circle.
I haven't noticed that time is passing in a hurry.
Life has quietly left with the smoke circle.
Cherish life and cherish the present.
Reject temptation, refuse to hurt
It's just a temporary loss.
Tomorrow's sunshine is more worth looking forward to.