When the world changed unknowingly, sometimes I miss the old me made to make the dream though far from the imagination is a kind of joy have also lost anything but sentimentally attached to the original that would bring weakness in you. Ups and downs I do not want do not want to know is bother anyone willing to lie to hurt the insincere are uneasy fear of committing mistakes do not care what I do not want to hold are willing to part with do not want to know, who is more deeply dependent on each other is love not the load that is happy to take care of each other when the world did not know inaction has changed Sometimes I miss the old me to make the dream though far from the imagination is a kind of happiness
Imagination is rather weak, you emotionally attached to the original would bring me in a fog began to mature heart twists and turns I am willing to give up the whole universe, second only our crowded little planet close to me Who do not know how much more must sell and accept defeat is more deeply dependent on each other is love not the load can be moved by holding hands is guilty of lying to injury was the fault of fear of disturbing a tight hold what I do not know how much more dismay Who must sell and is more deeply dependent on each other is love not the load can be holding hands is moved
{the riddle of red}
