Seeing the sky, he projects himself into the blue sky and is squashed and screwed by the feelings of the three provinces of honesty or reflection. He sprays away the value of existence. I can't believe the three of us are so happy to share a day like this, although there's no such thing as a must-have theme.

There are people in the world who will stay beside you when you look at the two chatting, because you're free from loneliness. I have a friend who even wears loneliness will put that on.

Overlaying glasses, Master Calcirust seems to be drinking fine liquor. Grunting, throat moves. swallowing activity. A drop of cloudy water droplets falls onto the table. What happened in a flash. Dear Calci Rust, Place the glass on the coaster.