𝕭᥆ᥡ 𝕸ᥱᥱ𝗍s 𝕰᥎іᥣ

"It's getting dark, the light of my future. The path of dreams lost in love. The miasma of my ambition sharpened my knife every day. But because of my unbearable greed ,the knife is dull. I know everything. This love is another name for the devil, don't hold hands. I shouted but I forsook my conscience. The sharp real...

ᎻϴᏞᎠ ᎷᎬ ͲᏆᏀᎻͲ

"The grievance is killing me now, I empty my glass.In the wind, they make a lonely sound. You just painted over my blank paper. When I come to my sense. It's already become a painting. My hand-phone and yours. If they fall, you know they'll break. Only the scent of your body makes me whole. Come and hold me.Only you...