Hello,I'm sorry I'm playing Lo-Fi music,the lights are on and the music is still on in the moon.In the thousands of love stories,what is it that hurts me?Because behind the numbers,hundreds of thousands of times,I've been watching who calls me.Three days of being in the dark,beyond sub-local brand.I'm sorry and I'm laughing,but I'm still your friend at night.This is all, but another story, the mess on the livestream.My hands are full of bitter words,I hope for a peaceful day.And I worry about a lot of things,but I forget myself.Right?Why do you have to be like thisHuh?!loud cryingI've been feeling the same way for days.Typing, typing.Why am I like this?