20.30.40....people grow old like this, is there any love left? The girl you once cared about, what is the reason for her joint pain after delivery, and the boy who once cried for him. Struggling, when you possess, in the blink of an eye, our hair turns gray. Who did you miss? In which corner of the world is that person now? We have been waiting all the time, waiting for gathering, waiting for dispersing, my beautiful diary mask. We have been busy, busy with life, busy with death! Related theme articles: ~Acid Milk Theory~