Writing a Story on Earth
BAB37

Do not expect a quiet life in this world, because the dead ask in the doain to live quietly in the grave.

As long as there is black and white and as long as there is lust in the heart do not expect to live a quiet life.

sometimes the world is full of question marks, not what I expected everything to be destroyed.

I don't know what God's plan is for me?

Am I less grateful?

This is a test of life from God.

My future is uncertain.

I have nothing to be proud of.

Maybe it will be happy if everything is as I hope, but everything has been outlined in every sheet of this storybook.

Ah I can go crazy if I keep missing. I miss the one who left without a word.

I don't know what my fault is.

All became question marks and I kept lamenting over the longing.

A single word changes everything, the originally beautiful one ends up painful.

You are good.

You who are angry angry do not clearly make me know.

That every word that comes from your sweet lips never means anything.

Only what is left behind is a sense that makes life difficult.

If the word were just a dream, perhaps this moment would be just like your dazzling smile.

When I see smiles in waking and sleeping.

But now only prayer can change the storyline of every book I have ever written with your memories.

Until at last a pen I held could not write every point of a word.

Ah this is not a dream.

This is a reality I cannot change.

Only God can turn tears into smiles.

Each of these cries will be a witness that the true sincere does not exist.

As long as any relationship is meaningless when in the end it all goes with time.

The time when we met.

The time when we go through a happy and simple story.

Good evening.

Good mornin.

Congratulations to you . for congratulations to you.

Goodbye to the stories that filled my day.

Because time knows the most beautiful way and the way to end everything.

Time that finds.

Time ended it.

Aaaaaaaah how stupid of me.

Crying that I don't deserve.

Aaaaaaaaah everything fuck .

I'm tired . I cape with all about you.

Maybe God showed me that you weren't meant to be with me.

This is a valuable lesson God showed me.

That female demon really made my colorful life go dark.

The end of a story .the end of every book I write.

Maybe I'm the male lead who got hurt and you're the female devil.The main character in every love story on the book sheet.

Female devil .your female demon makes me half alive but dead.

Living in failure.

Die every second because such a great taste becomes nothingness.

Goodbye to you.

Perhaps our path is no longer in the same direction as you leave without a word and disappear like a swallow in the earth, after all the struggle I gave.

After every second of the Sunday hours . the month of the year I dedicate it to you.

The fact remains that the non-destined will go away carrying every sin.

There may have been many ways I offered to guard every point of love.

But you finally end it all.

In so perfect a way.