His unruly face looked like it was getting late.
Her washed hair is like the fire in her heart.
A short carnival, thought it lasted a lifetime.
The long farewell is the feast of youth.
My hands on winter nights are like hot oaths.
Your twinkling eyes are like fragile faith.
The years of greed were ruthlessly repaid.
The arrogant nature has disappeared.
Crazy, tired, hurt
human comedy
Laughed, shouted, and left
Youth is bizarre