I realized that the more I recorded it, the better it was made.
a casual survey of organ donation
I was wondering what it was about.
What's the use of not having you?
in one's.
I don't care.
I don't care what happens to me.
You're not here anyway.
It felt like crying inside.
It was even better that the survey questions came out again and made me feel like I'm waking up to reality.
I tried my best to sing the lines of the surveyor and the part where you enter with your own emotions.

Honestly, I wanted to re-record it because the microphone exploded a little bit.
I went too far in the dormitory.
Roommate came in, so the herd came in at 8m8