December 13th is our birthday.
December 13th is my mother's death anniversary.
My brother, who was only 26 minutes older than me, and my mother took our hands and left this desolate and ridiculous world.
You are a good man and you want to end our suffering. But you forget that we are the protagonists of this absurd drama, and it cannot continue without one person.
The auxiliary cars are dependent on each other, and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.