If the clouds are a letter from the sky, then I would like to do your forever courier box.
Be careful not to change equality, showing weakness is not a sin.
Is life really happy every day like The Walking Dead, wrapped up in busy daily chores?
You let me open the door, I opened it, and you slam the door, leaving me to look at the crumbling door.
I like to hide my depression, I put all my happiness in front of others.
Years of flow still relentlessly mottled the walls leaving a string of sorrows.
When all the stress is piled together, only to find that they are not eating a sugar can be happy age.
The stress of life goes beyond work, salary and love.
I did what I thought was right, but everyone said I was crazy.
Life is not only in front of you, but also poetry and distance, growing in the sun and embracing the sun.