The sky unfolded before me is like a picture. The sun shines warmly but also ominously. Below my eyes, the black shadows move around. White shirts dazzle my eyes.
Hate, heaped up inside my heart without notice. The shock provokes ourselves. As blood flow out, we absorb in running up stairs. Countless shadows, burned on my brain, put their hands on the door.
The sky unfolded before me is like a picture. The sun shines warmly but also ominously. Below my eyes, the black shadows move around. White shirts dazzle my eyes.
