She is my brother's baby
she is his breath
She is the outcast of her family
She is a dazzling angel in everyone's eyes
The fate of the family is about to come to an end, and the blood seeping into hell is endlessly rolling in the darkness.
Endless are the thoughts that day and night, like a thin thread tightly wrapped around their hearts
The heartache is the struggle, it goes deep into the bone marrow every time
A multiple-choice question with no choice, what is truth and what is darkness?
Are the wings of angels pure and unparalleled? The original sin on their backs is deeply embedded in the soul.
No, don't let go of those clenched hands
Family affection, love, how to choose, how to let go!