After all, in this world we are all the sameπ₯ And there are no good and bad among usπ πAnd we will all be happy in this worldπ β€οΈWhen we begin to understand othersβ€οΈ
βββββββββββββββββββββββ ββββββββββββββββββββββ ββββββββββββββββββββββ βββββββββββββββββββββββ YOU
π A goldfinch sang over the roadside willow, Dusk flows from the branches with silence ... And on the bench, quiet and happy, "Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
And there are no good and bad among usπ
πAnd we will all be happy in this worldπ
β€οΈWhen we begin to understand othersβ€οΈ
And there is no better man in the world than the one who tries to do everything for you β€
This is more than a novel. It's hard to describe. π π
ββββββββββββββββββββββ
ββββββββββββββββββββββ
βββββββββββββββββββββββ YOU
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π