Every week passes in the blink of an eye, and Friday comes and goes in the blink of an eye, and I feel a languid emptiness, but I try to go to bed as early as possible on those days#English
色褪せない曲ってあるよね。夏の気だるい空気感の中で聴いていた曲Timeless melodies remain,Lingering in the languid summer air,Echoes of a song once heard.