Blue is sadness, youthful youth, and blank is unbearable to leave. Time is moving forward step by step, and life is neither too slow nor too slow. I often draw a sentence at the top and bottom of the page with a pen.
Thousands of miles away, who are you trying to prove to? Who accompanied you through the cold loneliness this season? Whose image is in your black eyes now? Who do you keep your hair short for?