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My father passed away last year, and when I'm sleeping, when I think of him, I tell him that I love him. I remember when he was drunk and told me about the time when I was born with tears in his eyes. When I wake up, I realize the reality that my father is gone and it's painful and painful.
I'm a novelist who doesn't sell. Have a mental disorder. We are engaged in activities that allow people with mental disabilities to participate in society and the Olympic Games. The name is read as SAITO Yasuyuki. I'm writing a blog. I write content that cannot be expressed in Japan. Read real blogs that have not been tampered with https://profile.ameba.jp/ameba/kamiarasi7