Those warm songs and laughter are like flowers and moon in the glorious years.
Life is like an orchid garden, mottled and beautiful, spring, summer, autumn and winter, life and death.
I know that those misty memories have left a lot of scars in my heart, so the pain is still there when I recall them.
Last year I got lost in writing, so I changed my vest and started over.
There are people waiting to see.