Cold December!
Empty time in the morning
Look up the sky without clouds
Look down the black coffee
Bitter, but I like this taste
Bitter, agony, romanticism
I’m not active
Slow as a snail
Look up the sky
There is still the moon
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Author:
Makoto Maruyama (
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