'Another temps, Another moi' has been a thought by me. I think I realized everything about me was about 心情。 心情no記事。Liking a person is a feeling, but it changes if that person were never here. I like food somehow. But maybe it was 心情 so like it more when hungry. Another temps, my feelings might be different. I think they never talked about anything. But I was out of their range of emotions. You have feelings. Don't lie...
