A painting of a woman with a flower crown on her head

Irish coffee is sweeter than usual。 Smellless tears and cold hands melt and disappear。 It's been 10 years since I don't feel anything anymore。 Complain about daydreaming too、I'm tired of listening to this jazz。 Even though there is only the end、Why do the same thing over and over again??。 Feelings of meadow and hugs。 Warmer than humans、Lack of joy。 I'm tired of hearing dripping desires and lies.。 The lamp went out。 Only the notification sound and balance go up。 I wish this would also be over。