For the sequence of this moment:
are you still there? A person's self-talk is not a dialogue between himself. He is used to being full of resentment and comfort, and suddenly curses and is alone; but fortunately, he will never become a migrating bird, and his heart is strong enough to endure small disasters and duplicity.
This story is about a bird that has been struggling in the hand for a long time. It can't find a reasonable explanation and will laugh. It's a matter of life and death. Sometimes, persistence can easily become empty and you can't let go, so you continue to suffer. Before you can break the fluttering wings, it is already incomplete. I couldn't change or write down, so I got lost; only then did I understand that more than one person would grow.
I find a gap in time and want to leave behind the sporadic love and hate. We are all reading one by one in two ways. Are you still there?
Conception: