Lettering, calligraphies, art i will publish in this book. Not talented but it's okay if i want to try. The way i'm expressed my feelings and hid my sadness with this book. So sorry for my flaws and bad grammar.
My moonlight metaphor of my worst but a good memories one
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Understand every words and lines ; Not a ray of sunlight was apparent to signify the morning, nor was there a sliver of moonlight to signify the night. All I was certain about was yhe opacity that engulfed that atmosphere I was tridging through. The aor felt moost againstmy forehead as I blindly roamed on, and made me wonder if was passing through a dark, dance fog. I wandered and wandered. The surface beneath my feet was rough an uneven. At one point I felt something sharp scratch the skin of my toes. The searing sensation was long gone, but the stickiness of the blood remained. Since I could not see anything, I just went with the hope that the blood had somehow stop flowing, and instead clotted and dried up on the surface of my skin.
Even I've got hard times in three years, you're always be missed.
