Have you ever faced your essence? Have you ever been eye-catching with the core of your dig and swept away by pure desire? You can never venture unless you are fully frightened, embarrassed, or hurt in your heart.
I'm used to his greeting. When I looked at him, he smiled at me. As always. Regardless of where we are elsewhere, some days will pass and some I will save my words.
Blood droplets on the forehead were baptized. The strained eyelids were sore with a wide opening. The cool feeling of joy and unbearable bitter ache felt with trembling hands.
The wound, which had been repeated before it healed, soon became a scar. The stab wound caught between the fingers when patting the skin in the dark. Strangely clear; foolish.
