Me

It hurts me, silence, and life hurts me, and the consequences of revelation are painful. If the time comes back, and the meeting remains forever, but no matter how long we go, death will remain the whining, and the memories will remain a dictionary that resonates with him for the touch of farewell and separation, and farewell and death is survival. The pain is that I love you with my age and your age becomes for others. It is the farewell place or is it a ship without a sail? I have reached a stage where no one is forced to stay with me, and I regret not parting with anyone.