happy

Freedom of laissez-faire, when everything is forgotten by each other, do you still remember what? I want to answer you instead. Maybe I am not an angel, I have no wings, no smile, no happiness that angels have. I will not be happy. right? How can I forget? Isn't living just to remember?

I have to go a long, long way. I want to reach an end that has no end. I am going to find the happiness that belongs to me. I raise my head every day and raise my mouth. You know, I am laughing. However, I was so lonely when I laughed. Therefore, I am only deeply immersed, only sinking, only despair, only the fall of the cockroach.

When the sunflowers of the sun no longer chase the sun, can I see the forever of life?

When the clock pointer is no longer spinning all day, can I return to my past?

When the angel's smile no longer brings happiness, is this world abandoned me?

I am an abandoned child, suffering from deep and deep injuries, but still want to be happy, telling no one around me: "I am really happy. "I am not myself. I can't find myself.

When the darkness has settled too clearly, and when you have lost it, you must learn to give up bravely. The light will start from scratch.

I want to tell the world that my smile will never disappear.

Because, I will be my angel back.

Can't pretend to be happy, I want to be happy.