My dreams are ordinary and pure years flow. When I wake up, I am still there, still in the same place. It just seems like something is missing
What haunts me is the ordinary life, but does it belong to me without the golden cage I built?
When I met you, my mediocrity began to allow others to make whatever changes in my life.
Know oneself, know oneself, only know oneself, who can know oneself except oneself?