Life's not fair,
is it, my little friend?
While some are born to feast,
others spend their lives in the dark,
begging for scraps.
The way I see it,
you and I are exactly the same.
We both want to find a way out.
Through the wind of the mountains,
I see the picture outside the wall,
hoping that you can't jump.
The distance between us is not enough,
you reach out and stab the wind.
I'm on your face,
you feel cold,
but you don't feel pain.
It's hard to bear the weight on your shoulders.
You're not steady,
but you're still in the same place.
You didn't move.
The color of the dawn is the black of the makeup.
Life is a fleeting white night.
Dreams are the flying birds that fly,
and the ending is mostly burned to ashes.
What is a clear conscience?
It's that even if you don't earn anything,
you don't feel it's a loss.
What is wrong?
What is right?
When I look back, everything is pitiful.
The joy of sin and the pain of the fallen
will make me feel like I'm on a rope.
Let me climb over the hole that I've
been through for a hundred years.
If I'm drowned,
let my regrets measure how deep the water is.
Let me write a book to see the scenery after death.
When the wind blows,
the wind in the mountains is falling.
Light the fire in the storm.
Protect the seed with both hands.
I've been struck by lightning since I was born.
Do you know?
Those wonderful and happy moments.
I chose the unrivaled.
I've been in the back of the class.
I've never been praised by anyone in my student life.
I've never been illuminated by the moonlight.
The confusion of that time is the fog of regret.
The future is the sun.
The girl I like is being nurtured.
The current friendship is because of the story of that boy.
I almost finished it.
Is it perfect?
Is it perfect?
It's not about the ending.
It's about the feeling of getting rid of the profit.
Have you ever?
Have you ever?
Cry or laugh?
Laugh.
The look that depends on the look is despair or humor.
Everything can be a harvest.
As long as you move forward,
there is no mistake.
Um.
I saw the outside of the wall.
I only hope that you can't touch it.
The gap is not enough.
You reach out and pierce the wind.
I'm on your face.
I feel cold but not painful.
It's hard to bear the weight on my shoulder.
You're not steady, but you're still far away.