emptiness is worse than sadness |
Flower that blooms with the asphalt, somehow, please tell me: Why is it that people hurt each other and fight? With those leaves that do not carry words, how do you convey your love? The summer sun is clouded and the wind fluttered. I shall sing the proof that life once existed for those who do not have a name. - Inori Yuzuriha
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