Chronicles of Soul Hunting

Because I don't understand, my chest feels clogged. Because I cherish it so much, my eyes are red. Because he could see clearly, he lowered his hands. Because it's far away, we don't deserve it. But, Just because I don't understand, I need to understand more. Just because I cherish it so much, I need to be grateful even more. Just because I can see clearly, I need to fight harder. Just because it was so far away, I chased it all the way. Yes, You are no longer there, drowned at the end of the long river of tears.

Bitter expression Whose eyes catch Whose heart hurts? Whose pen tip touched Whose sense of propriety has been disturbed? Scrawled strokes Wake up who is confused Who is determined Whose disguise is broken through? Soothe who passed cold hands Whose eyes are wet? Whose heart is cooled? Despair who has faith Whose world will be destroyed? Will be reborn from the ashes Whose life is burning? Whose future will be illuminated? Who can protect you from the wind and rain? It's hard to regret making the same mistake again!

The depressing reality is that the only alternative available to these elite, educated women seems to be the absence of any men. So, they had no choice but to make do with it, until one day it became unbearable, and they would drive away this idle gangster.

People have been fighting against themselves, and they will use all means to deal with it for the sake of the only holy place left in their hearts. But this battle is destined to be lost or lost, and it all depends on which wolf you will raise in your heart - good or evil.

Look at the world. Not only is it full of hostility, but sadness is everywhere. Do you think that by living your own life well, you can avoid the mistakes of others? Wrong, they don't want you to live a better life than them, and they will try their best to drag you into the mud, and then slowly devour you. Haven't discovered it yet? People have always preferred tragic things. In this way, they can magnify their humble sense of superiority several times and show you a little mercy.

As you grow older, do you also feel that everything in the past is unspoken? Gradually, the silence became longer and longer. What was once an ideal has become a faded postcard. You may laugh, but I do know that keeping it is torture for two people. Letting go is the salvation for each other.

Come back, come back The most sincere cry from my heart I just hope you can hear it Forgive me for being so selfish I just want to enjoy your tenderness and love to myself everything about you, I want to keep them all for myself, Aren't you in my body? Do we still distinguish each other?