![]() ![]() Even if I send a signal with my heart to the people casually passing by. "How far up will I be able to go? Even if I try to climb up to escape the swamp created by (my) worries/concerns, it feels like I’m gradually drowning under more & more. What should I do to spend these times with more things to do?" Though in the end, it’s all the same time. But interestingly, even on hot days and hard days, time still flies. ![]() Why is Summer so long, yet Spring and Fall go so quickly? I want to live in a place where only Spring and Fall exist. ![]()
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