Gone from the world, low or high
No one's grief was handled for a long time
Even if I see a little bit of style in it
He said that the work which was always postponed till tomorrow
It will be your fault, too
The reason is that you were kicked out of the house like this
The priest is like a rosary of wealth
Wherever the moon went
I told him to get out of the house
It is dark in the house now
Longing, separation, love, beauty, beauty
Knowing in which molds the heart was molded
Why is this claw tested?
Ever noticed that the color turned black?
About the Creator
The Bird Nest
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