I am the obake of my parasol Paper is my body and envy is my blood I have tried to surprise thousands of humans Unaware of loss, Deprived of purpose Endured loneliness on this garbage heap, waiting for Master’s return I feel no mottainai. This is the only path My umbrella was left here forever
I am the obake of my parasol Paper is my body and envy is my blood I have tried to surprise thousands of humans Unaware of loss, Deprived of purpose Endured loneliness on this garbage heap, waiting for Master’s return I feel no mottainai. This is the only path My umbrella was left here forever
Congrats, thanks to you LITERALLY I spat coffee into my lungs.
I am the obake of my parasol Paper is my body and envy is my blood I have tried to surprise thousands of humans Unaware of loss, Deprived of purpose Endured loneliness on this garbage heap, waiting for Master’s return I feel no mottainai. This is the only path My umbrella was left here forever
I am the obake of my parasol Paper is my body and envy is my blood I have tried to surprise thousands of humans Unaware of loss, Deprived of purpose Endured loneliness on this garbage heap, waiting for Master’s return I feel no mottainai. This is the only path My umbrella was left here forever