The best method.A sound of wind seems to do not seem to stop tonight.
Such an uproar forces it, and my heart is disturbed at night and thinks about an unnecessary matter in a bed.
Only I alone is got rid of all over the world and feels like having you forgive it nobody.
I am troubled whether it was an ill omen whether the telephone which I had a call from you before one hour was a good omen.
Because because you have hung up only by a word having been said to "be alright."
You were going to say what?
Your word is mixed in a sound of wind and feels ominous.
Though I did not look, in a telescreen left on, somebody took a gun.
I was worried a little whom he pointed the gun to or whether I turned it to himself.
Thanks to you, it became even more depressed, and I gave volume of television.
Then I heard an even-like sound greatly, and more we became depressed.
You and I deceived you each other and avoided it and kept relations until today.
We replaced a lie with love and deceived it.
It may be to be the time when you should already follow an end.
More than this, I do not want to deceive you and do not want to forgive your lie.
A sound of wind is intense, and I cannot hear the lines that a speaker speaks.
But, in far-off one, a shot sounded.
The shot was scathing to break through our relations.
We are bound by a lie and love and cannot move.
I totally have handcuffs of a toy on oneself by oneself in a childhood and am funny almost the time when it does not come off and burst into tears.
I was going to break handcuffs and I injured both hands neck and cried.
I learn sense of incongruity whenever I ask it whether you love it to me.
A woman seems to want to check love in words and a thing.
A man believes that it is proof of silence love.
Therefore our feeling differs and leaves it and is just before failure now.
I must decide till new day breaks.
It is sure that I call you.
A problem is contents asking you.
I pretend ignorance, and should I induce you to a date?
Or should I ask you about a continuance of a telephone of an evening obstinately?
Like a thin roadside tree, my heart swings.
The reason why a sound of wind hurts feelings is that I express my hesitation.
I heard a shot once again.
A woman is dead in a telescreen.
A sound of wind adds to intensity, and it is totally a requiem.
Just after a shot in television, I heard a sound relation between us broke, and to be scattered.
A chief character of a drama followed a woman and pointed the muzzle to oneself.
I turned off television without it being born.
Because because a drama draws our reality to be similar precisely cruelly.
The relation between us seems to have been over before new day broke.
Probably it will be good-bye that you wanted to say over a telephone of an evening.
I had handcuffs on oneself by oneself in a dream and put the muzzle on the temple and pulled a trigger.
Thus it is good.
I will murder oneself before murdering you.
It is the best method.
Only it saves you, and it is an only method it releases it, and to be able to do.