我一直觉得自己是一个趋于现实的人。一个月之前的我就准备好面对三十年后那个已经成为音乐家的我了。可是,直到那天,那场“糟糕”的旅行,打破了之前我为自己描绘的那个懒惰的童话。“晴晴!到啦!”“真倒霉!妈!您带我去哪儿不好非得来二〇八武器研究所。”不过虽然嘴上说着,心里却在想,现在后悔也晚了,被拉到了这穷乡僻 I always think I am a real person. One month ago, I was ready to face the musician who was thirty years from now. However, until that day, the “bad” trip broke the lazy fairy tales I had pictured for myself. Unfortunately, you have to go to 208 Institute of Weapons. "However, although the mouth said, my heart was thinking, and now I regret it too late It was pulled out of this poor remote