It was getting dark, so I took a picture.When I look at it, I feel more and more lonely in my heart.Like the vast world, but only their own general silence.In addition to the smoke of the world, leaving only the bewildered myself.So, I want to write some obscure words, leaving them for the inexplicable present.We always say that the future will let us grow up in happinessBut I found myself the strangest passer-by in my family
