In words of Apartment

The words that often surround my ears gradually become the silk thread that pulls me forward.
What I saw was the same room as before, or the vast expanse of strange places.

It seems to be addicted to this eternal 8 months, unable to get away, the mirror has completely dissipated.

"Oh, Nanase, what should I do...? Father has passed away."
Hearing the voice of a friend is both nostalgic and regrettable.

In the end, how can we save this tragedy that cannot be retained?

I can only put my hands together, clench the necklace, close my eyes, bow my head and flow tears like countless stars across the night sky.

After waiting for a long time, I opened my wet eyes and saw the apartment I see every day.

The memory that sleeps in my mind has not yet awakened.
"I hope you will not forget this agreement."