A hundred people passed by, still innocent as time passed.
What is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning of love?
What is the meaning of happiness?
What is the meaning of happiness?
What does freedom mean?
So what if there is an answer to all this?
Don't be afraid to face yourself, there is nothing shameful about being true. What is shameful is the high-sounding jealousy hidden under the dirty desires.
What I write is not a novel. It's ourselves.