There are days so tired, I just want to naturally silent. No screaming, no whining, no matter also suffering. Do not want to say too much, did not want a flexible and dynamic. Find empty hearts, forlorn among dozens of intertwined thoughts. Want to go somewhere, the wind blowing in waves on black people, relieved soul. Want to hear the sound of rain to die down lap.
đang được dịch, vui lòng đợi..
