Standing on the heights of the grassland, looking at the sheep, tents, herdsmen, troops, and war horses in the distance...
It's like a lifetime ago,
It's hard to imagine that everything here once belonged to me.
Yes, it was once,
Today I am in rags, almost naked.
Unkempt and disheveled, with no trace of his former face.
There are special chains tied to both hands and feet.
Covered the red thread that originally wrapped around the limbs and penetrated into the flesh,
The left hand is missing the little finger,
The traces of whipping are like the devil's claws, bright red, struggling and screaming towards the neck,
He was entangled fiercely with the abrupt mark on his left shoulder hidden under his tattered clothes,
Like a seal,
It tells about the special identity of the master - a female slave.
Time has left indelible marks on my body, which is only twenty-eight years old.
But it's not as profound as the soul. What kind of life is that?
Let me think about it...
Think about it...
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