My first thought was the g*n.
I called him and told him I had to come back.
He laughed and left until he left. That was love.
But nothing more.
It was so strange.
He was wearing black and white jeans.
He preached in towns and villages.
To me, it was like a camera.
It helped me understand more.
So I picked up the 1970 band and drove to the river.
I would do anything for it.
I wrote with a k***e, pen and paper.
Because no one called it religion.
The song Ikiyoho Susane didn't last long.
The man fell to the ground, and the car sped through the field.
And then he died.
That's what I did. That's what I did.
I became a microphone in every conversation.
That's what I did. That's what you should do.
That's another story. That's what you should do.
Write it down on paper and mark it as a weapon.
He can get off your feet, but you can't.
What kind of music is this?
He uses silence as a threat tactic.
Pen and paper.
I was wearing church clothes.
No one was hurt when we prayed.
I asked the boy.
Língshēng xiǎngle.
This is a murderer.
I was afraid I was going to die.
One day, the color faded.
And he didn't tell me that he was only 180 cm tall.
I thought about the song that wasn't written.
When it was over, it was over.
He came to me and hit me.
My son was born. This is what you should do.
I am me.
My son was born. This is what he did.