Step by step, ho by step. The walk is thick. A mood of frustration and indignation hits me on a pointless day. On the contrary, what about enjoying and welcoming this feeling? But it's not going to be that sweet. If you can be magnificent...

Therefore, we have no choice but to keep our survival straight while suffering from the current loathsome highs. Because it is, if even dreamy daydreams can get me into it again, something joyful and ecstatic.

The tunnel is filled with exhaust gas that soothes the throat. Then what do I do? How should the solution be output? Now, can you lightly and lightly strike an outstanding hand? Just now.