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Leave that person ...
Forget the story. ...
Leave the exquisite splendor ...
Break up, break up, it's no big deal! It's no big deal! I have said this many times, but it is not the case. Many times on the night of breaking up, I miss him, really, very much, not only the man, his smell, his wretched appearance curled up in a chair, and even his severe cough, but does this damn thing miss me? Break up! Even the reason is so pale, because I smoke, I promised him that I could quit, really, I could quit, and I still couldn't stop ruminating on those memories. Only those can comfort me, yes, only those. I have nothing but despair, singing in despair and dancing in the ashes. ...
An afternoon is as slow as an expired soda. I imagine myself as a beautiful flower, blooming slowly in the forest alone. Dancing pale and beautiful alone. The smell is overflowing. The figure of a man who made me dizzy came over. Tell me. We are one. Baby. Our story begins. Soon, the whole forest began to be full of overflowing flowers. The peacock spread its beautiful wings behind her. Doing a low-flying posture. ...
It should be the whole book.