In this world of barrenness, with all the heartbreaks of my heart, with all the bitterness of your story and me, who am ashamed of complaining , the value of my complaint is more than these, not for the person who is profitable, the person who is the color of the world moment by moment, I simply think of ourselves, what has been my share of you, other than your annoyance , that the world has become a market for you, I had seen you as a helper.You are me, but in the eyes of a buyer
, the value of my complaint is more than these, not for the person who is from profit,
I should have known you that you had a thousand faces, you were putting a price on my hearts feelings, you could not understand that loyalty is not to be bought , broken porcelain is no longer transplantable,
what was my share of you, other than hurting you, that the world has become a market for you, I had seen you as a helper, but As a buyer
in this barren world, with all the heartbreaks in my heart, with all the bitterness of your story, and I am the one who is sorry to complain.