I am like a bird flying towards the forest named you. I want to hold on to that little bit of hope. I feel the pain of death. I think, I am fine, and forget me.
I embrace you like a bird in the forest. I want to hold your hand. I can only helplessly watch you go to the grave of death. I think, you are really good, and I love you.
Motto: As long as you survive, things will turn around
