The moth put out the fire and set out in the direction of the burning flame.
Even if it is predestined, even if the body is gone.
Don't cry for me, I am with the universe and walk with you! When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: trust future friends and firmly believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.