My fate is like those envelopes – sealed and tossed aside.
All’s well that ends well.”Assuming there’s an end somewhere,’ Aomame said.Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. ‘There has to be an end somewhere. It’s just that...
Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.
[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.
Your hope is the most beautiful and the saddest in the world.
I’ll never wake up in a good mood again.I’m tired of these stinky boots
Stop looking back when your future is ahead of you.