No matter what age, no matter which member has their own laughter and troubles.
The simple lines, the shades that are too shallow to detect, and the warmth emanating from the window of the smallest family on earth, just so suddenly appear.
It's as real as it is breathing right next to you.
And he nodded his head as if he was feeling deep in his heart. I used to be like this too.
I think that when I reach middle age, I will definitely be someone as humble as Yamada's father who can only use YY himself as a masked superman to seek spiritual comfort.
Even if you have a big belly, in reality it is a noodle dish that you can't even scold others, you can still do it. You can stretch out one hand and sing the other, and the cloak behind you with the blower blows into a tragic streak. The straight line, shouting to the universe: live, I am the real superman.
Sheets, after all, are everywhere—_—|||||
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