Maybe I can't think of the hidden storm behind this.
You missed the embrace of this future expectation.
Face the dark mud in a twinkling.
How could I be angry?
The sunshine in midsummer cannot penetrate the noise.
How can I stop growling?
This blood is written about the pain of hatred.
The long river is connected with the earth and irrigates fertile fields.
This oasis is associated with the hope of survival.
Your weak body is curled up.
When your eyes spread, regret freezes.
The summer breeze is cool.
Have you ever thought about riding mountains and rivers?
Machete makes Land Rover bleed like a river.
Revenge was rewarded by the song of victory.
If blood can make the earth fertile
Bloom the flower of peace.
Maybe all the entanglements can be forgotten.
All the sacrifices are worth it.
This so-called estrangement
Will be integrated into a happy life.
No matter you and me.
Wandering in the desert