I'm still working on it, I'm not tired of it. My butt is starting to hurt. The gray concrete works really well. I just sat down, and there's no such thing as a surprise incident. I don't know if I'd come up with anything. Funny thing, get up.

Well, it's no different than thinking about that, is it? Well, fortunately I can relax, I have to think so. But you're starting to feel like a waste of your holiday.

Also, worship meaninglessly the blue of the sky. Why, I don't know if it's blue, it's like there was some light reflection or something, well, it makes me feel better, well, okay. Yeah, only one white cloud will flow lonely. You feel lonely. Hi, I'm worried about you. I don't know what you mean by loving one person and dying of loneliness when you keep doing this, it seems like your head is getting boiled down, it's a predicament. It's a predicament. What shall we do?