Sloth turneth the edge of wit.

Mourn the death
 Only I know

You are the eternal leaving

Just left after walking

Shouldn't only leave No. one ormosia behind

Twine me day and night

 

That door that often comes in and goes out

Closing tightly from then on

Closing and just closing

Shouldn't only leave the past event of sobing

iPhone Accessories

Get about in the inside ceaselessly

 

Get about and just get about

Move too door tight only

So thin that a silk sunshine does not enter even completely

I want to open the door and air

But afraid of being blown and wrinkling 

under the weather

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