“After slipping on a negligee and making herself comfortable on the lounge, she became conscious that she was miserable and that the tears were rolling down her cheeks. She wondered if they were the tears of self-pity, and tried resolutely… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In your eyes, who is the one reflected? Both love and dreams are forgotten somewhere. In your heart, who is the miserable one? Your tears abruptly flow and fade away. Even the pain of your grieving heart, you hold onto… — Len Kagamine Copy Share Image
