If someone asks me, I'll talk, but no one comes I'm looking forward to having to say something but I can't load it My mood is just like the lid of the bottle being uncovered Mouth is growing moss The quieter the crowd, the more ignored it becomes I want to make an accident like singing suddenly Everywhere is like a four sided platform Wearing the most shining clothes, I am very emotional When someone comes to take a picture, remember to put the bag in You think I'm pompous...