Simple, we are all bubbles that burst with the slightest touch. Tears are the fireworks of love. Yesterday was like a plane passing through my window.
I have nothing. I spread my hands to ask for anything until you want to be free. When you are in pain, I will not dodge. Just like the leaves are willing to be blown down by the wind. Just love me or me. If I have been hurt simply, life is not in vain. I have been crazy and been taken away by dreams. When the story is over, my heart also likes a person. Loneliness pauses for now. If Mi people read it, I will edit the article. After a while, I will let the perfect simplicity appear again! BELIEVE ME!