A place is spaces connected with breath.
Just like a room, filled with chronicles
and the universe is hugging each other with people.
But here, me empty.
Ouch me!
Life is running to the west while. I am now in the east..
The clouds here are singing singing
I heard their songs through the raindrop
said that thy are reading the wrong map.
Means that the Sun can not find my steps. anymore.
"Je suis de fatigue.."
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