That year, I threw away the four-leaf clover in panic because I knew it was the key to memory.
The sky in memory is incomplete.
The childhood in my memory is dark.
The memory of my mother is vague.
Is it retribution?
He ran away because he was afraid of being sad.
Until the boy who walked out of his memory appeared, returned the four-leaf clover, and told her: "Only fools are sad."
So, let me ask you quietly, is God willing to give the child who runs away every time happiness again?
Conception: