Reality is too fake
Still too stupid
Who would feel sorry for eyes that are red from crying?
Fearless life
We are all good children
Squandering youth in loneliness
Find a quiet corner
Quietly
Organize messy thoughts
We write our own stories
those who love me
those i love
we are young
There is nothing wrong with being young
my sweet words
only to you
Bow silently
pray for your happiness
Please listen
the stories of these children