⚲﹕﹒ ⸝⸝ To the tempo of your uptight is the flicker of a streetlight. I, Ningning, leave Lingering Halls with the memory. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𓈒 ׁ ☏.ᐟ just let this be our last goodbye. I’d rather burn forever than stay in the past.
⚲﹕﹒ ⸝⸝ To the tempo of your uptight is the flicker of a streetlight. I, Ningning, leave Lingering Halls with the memory. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𓈒 ׁ ☏.ᐟ just let this be our last goodbye. I’d rather burn forever than stay in the past.