From that day on, we stopped.My voice reaches me from a small light that cannot yet be called love, without even being embraced.You are beautiful. You are in a white uniform, standing in front of the church. Small children are talking to you, and colorful conversations are flying.That's what I saw.My voice was starting to get frustrated that no one understood the truth.at last.The song on the radio has changed.From now on, let's enjoy life slowly, and may all the wishes you make to God come true.It's still a small light, but I finally feel like I can touch it.

2/15/2025, 10:22:46 AM