and sow lack in my drums, and embroider fear in my eyes. Seeing with nothing but hate disguised.
and danced against the waves, cleared the earth from beneath my nails where I had fought with the universe to hold on.
single individual that passes through our hands, without these, their lives are meaningless.
which she used to part take, always recalling she had loved, and she was loved, always recalling she had a place to call home but never finding any of it again.
for he has lost a part of himself the moment he chose to leave that woman alone.
This pianist will always play tunes that lack heart strings, his songs will be lacking half of their soul, much like their player, ...
And now there are more and more buildings
house
In the past few years, how many families lived in buildings on your village? Hardly, right.
which is much more convenient for my brother and other people traveling with him. A few years later, the gravel road turned into a wide asphalt road
It rained one day by chance, and the trail that he must pass through had been decorated with mud and sewage.
grandma loved my dad because of him, she lived frugally in order to give Dad raises money to go to school
