Dictionary Club: Autumn Colors on December 9th
It's a beauty on the very edge, isn't it?

sate,
The custom of celebrating the day one was born into this world,

means that if you were born into this world by fate,

you should always live with a happy heart.

This was already decided, wasn't it?

I've never been taught about love.

Such excuses won't fly anymore.

In that case, isn't it fine to be chaotic?



There's someone who knows I like glass.
I'm happy. Thank you.



There's a master at giving flowers. Such good taste. Thank you.



I hear there's a flower called Chocolate Cosmos.

Does it smell like that too? Thank you.



They say this is a self-portrait.

It means I should smile more. (^^;)

Now, it's time for the LOVE LETTER editing.

PIRATE RADIO's LOVE LETTER broadcast is on December 20th, 11 PM.

ps. Goodbye, tension headaches.



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