Flashback
I wash the blanket smelling of you, and cry.I sit on the sofa where you sharpened your claws, and cry.Seeing your silhouette in town, I ache for you.
If I told you this,you would just laugh with your tail,wouldn't you?
I wash the blanket smelling of you, and cry.I sit on the sofa where you sharpened your claws, and cry.Seeing your silhouette in town, I ache for you.
If I told you this,you would just laugh with your tail,wouldn't you?