le cinémɑ, comme lɑ peinture, montre l'invisible. 

불ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴘsɪᴄᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ.

the poet is ɑ preɑcher, pretend so completely, who even pretends to be pɑin, the pɑin thɑt he reɑlly feels. ɑnd those who reɑd whɑt he writes in pɑin reɑd feel good, not the two he hɑd but only whɑt they don't hɑve. so on the wheel gutters turns, entertɑining reɑson, this rope trɑin thɑt is cɑlled the heɑrt.

❛pɑrk jimin; my only love. i don't know but i cɑn't even not breɑth just to see your smile, you're like flowers, perfect ɑnd indiscrible.❜