There have been such predictions in this world.
My legs haven't crossed yet.
I have become a face in the window.
Rain curtain that can only separate eaves gutter.
Mourn the tree at whose grave
pine and cypress
Is it sad to stand in the rain like this?
I thought I was blind.
You can miss what you should.
Unfortunately, this rainy season is everywhere.
Full of mature temptations
I'm not a passer-by either.
I can't get rid of myself.
I have to go from waking to catnap again.
Until my blood spilled on the calendar.
Whose tears have you shed?
I'm glad I'm outside
Don't want to turn around suddenly
I cann't believe something sneered at me.
Oh, then.
I'm not bluffing.
but
Things fooled me.