My chic.ago
› ࣪ . So this is another version of me, one that not everyone sees. When I look at Chicago, that’s another version of me. I hope I can always return there with my real life. The (e.g) lingering sadness and the happiness that remains.
ㅤㅤ☽ Immersed in the romance of life and friendship that I will never meet twice, so happy without thinking about other /burdens/ when I come back, I will always come back.