In fact, we are all lonely souls wandering on the edge of morality.
One hand tightly grasps the remaining dignity, while the other hand is humble
The mean reaches out to others begging for freedom.
No one recognizes it, no one admires it. Just live
It's alive, there is no reason...
(This is a novel about GL~~
Sweat~~I didn't know that I would think of writing GL~It's an absolute tragedy
~The overall tone of the article is almost gray~ I like comedy
The means watching birds~~ ^0^)