Outline of "Stand Clear" Composition

To tell you the truth, I don't understand anything you said yesterday.

-Then you don't have to understand. I will forget what I said. However, in this case, whether to cash it or not is another matter. You said you had been waiting for summer. "Listen, I'm waiting for summer, and I'll go back to see you." You said you were timid. "I'm always scared recently, and I'm too timid."

You said, let me listen to you The mobile phone kept shaking on the desktop, which was very noisy, so I pressed it under the quilt.

Then you will still send a text message saying, "Listen to me, okay? Listen to me. "

Listen to you. Listen to what you said? Listen to you. Do you still love me? Or, listen to how you were frightened by someone's fearless death. Or, you just want to say "listen to me", and you just want me to listen to this, regardless of the text. Can you stop doing this? Actually, I am very tired.

There is no love and no emotion in my heart. I can only say who is good to me, who should I repay, whose promise can be trusted and who can I give my promise to. It's the same for everyone. Well, you must be saying, "Listen to me, I don't believe it at all."

You said cowardice, I said it was a good thing. At the very least, it is much better than someone who is bold enough to be fearless. Not afraid of life and death, that's not good.

You said, "truth is piled up."

I said that this is all fallacies and heresies, and I am personally good at it.

You even asked a stupid question: Why did you die?

What do you want me to say? There are so many things around me that I can't figure out the confused state, that is, simply die and live. I feel sick that I can say such a thing. You must think so, too.

You said "sorry". Let me immediately feel that you are really first-class and self-satisfied.

So I said that no one is sorry for anyone. Only who is sorry for himself.

I was thinking about the period you have been waiting for.

That is, when you graduate, friendship and distance all count down. What we were thinking. Don't give up. Too weak. What can we do? Wait? Too pale. Indifferent to the will of the bones. Are you waiting for this?

Fortunately, I know what I'm waiting for. I wish I could wait for something.

I once said to people: In any case, don't say the word sad easily, even if it is "sad". That's a dead state of mind. There is no need to justify anything, because it is useless and wasting your breath. As long as you know yourself and don't misunderstand, you don't care about losing the world. You'll get used to it one day. All we can do is wait for that day to come. Not for anyone. For myself.

I'm waiting for that day to come. Give up, you don't understand me, even if you are trying, I swear, you won't understand me.

What the hell am I talking about?

I really want to have a position, but I just don't understand what that position is. You also have what you want, but you haven't made it clear what it is.

After writing these words, I feel more and more sorry. I should say it first. Because I don't know what you're thinking. Seems to know more.

You seem guilty for no reason. What else do you want to save? What I said before should not be your true state of mind, but my imagination. You always yearn for beauty. Imagine that I am beautiful.

You are still very simple. Maybe I shouldn't say something that you don't understand and pull you back from the same good impression. You are kind, too. You hope we're all fine.

I don't even know where all my disgust and emotions come from, but you know yourself well.

I won't forget all the beauty and gentleness like an idiot, but at least I will make you angry with live high.

Must live between day and night, between evil and good. In the rotten aroma at the turn of summer and autumn, it breeds in the gap of parting.

I hope that one day I will understand my position.

You will also know what you want.