For the lock that is closed , there is a key, it is left in my fist, it has gone mad, my work is enough that I killed your opportunity , it is not a game of light and sound, life is a destiny, one is found, one is hidden, like Adam and angel, between staying and not staying, the share of people fell to the ground, we are captives of our own choice, and this is the distance, the distance is only a moment, the distance is only a light, sometimes from the vein to you , sometimes it is very far away from you , but that dear world has a desire for kindness. The footprint of the angel is the trail of the angel , it does not leave us alone, it does not leave us alone.
