I don't even know the name ... I only know how to play the trombone ... I still remember you. After school, the gentle tone and breathing that can be heard from the rooftop. I want to hear it closer ... I want to talk about various things ... For me at that time, it was just right from the ground. I want to be that instrument. I want to touch you and I want to kiss you ... Look up at the marble-patterned sky. I have a favorite person ... At that time, with a beautiful girl in uniform. For a girl who fell asleep in the infirmary during breaks ... A delusional day crawling. After school, secretly with the child in a dim classroom ... School sexual intercourse.
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