A close up of two pictures of a tree and a barn

Irish coffee is sweeter than usual。 Scentless tears and cold hands melt and disappear。 It's been 10 years since I didn't feel anything anymore。 Complaining about daydreaming too、I'm tired of listening to this jazz。 Why do we keep repeating ourselves when there is only an end?。 Meadow and hug emotions。 Warmer than humans、No joy。 I'm tired of hearing dripping desires and lies.。 The lamp went out。 Only the notification sound and the balance will increase。 I wish this would also be over。