missing...

I always feel it. . .

Depression of the way back. . .

Though I saw a blue sky until a while ago, the sky somewhat acts like me. . .

Where can I meet you to if I go?

Is there safe? ?

Can there be relaxed?

Can I go to there, too?

I want to meet glance you at least even if I cannot touch you. . .

I want to look at the state that you are happy. . .

Only a glance wants to meet you.

I want to meet you. . .

Where are you now?

I miss you so bad. . .