❝chamomile tea❞ tenkun

eight,

The tight feeling in my stomach

Heart as heavy as a blouder

I hurt you

Didn't i?

It was unintentional

I swear

I would never want to hurt you

If anything

I just want to make you the happiest

You are an angel

Your tears are made from milk

Your singing voice

As soft as silk

You should be treated carefully

You're just so fragile

I'm so sorry

For i failed you