Monthly updates + random drops/
With outline but no saved manuscript
Tom said that he has never seen the sun in London since he was born, but there is a little reflection in his dark eyes. I think that is his sun. Where does this sun go in the end? That has to start a long time ago, and let us slowly, slowly listen to the flow of time.
That was the best of times, that was the worst of times. Those were the years of wisdom, those were the years of foolishness. Those were times of faith, those were times of doubt. That's the season of light, that's the season of darkness. It was the spring of hope, and it was the winter of disappointment. We face heaven and we head straight in the opposite direction.
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Intention: We were too naive at that time and did not know what kind of destiny the times had given us
