I hate cloudy skies
今人…
I hate cloudy skies
In the way of smoke interfering with advancing in the head
Even if I pay it or smoke, the smoke goes down only by turning
Please do not make me run lazily
Surrounding my world I can not see even before
White moyamoya will not be sunny Clear me
Even his breath is restricted even to live hard
I am tired of tying up
The ego is about to collapse
