I remember more and more clearly the original tenderness of love. Until they are like soft moss, covering the despair that was once extinguished.
Always on the road. Go forward. Try to reach your own light.
Time gives us the opportunity to judge right from wrong. The light that belongs to us just needs to wait calmly and quietly. Even if it's late to come home.
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South of the south, the years are endless.
Time flies by in a blink of an eye. In the end, you can hold your hand and watch the quiet and good times with a smile.
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