On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop
The Origin Of My Eyes Water Turns Out To Be A Great Story
When the world managed to give the best color in my eyes, I tried to close my eyes. Every afternoon I always like that, daydreaming to imagine as high as possible. If anyone asks me what I think, then I will answer, I am thinking how happy it would be if God gave me one of the worst women in His world. I will tell the woman, Princess, if you know how my chest will grow when I know you are willing to look with me, perhaps you would rather die in my dreams than be a real person whom God requires to live eternally in His Heaven. Such is the love that is in my chest, it is a pity that sincere love has not found a chest that understands where my heart lives and beats, that I may live to protect it from the smallest cries.
Many people tell me I am the worst creature God has ever created, so bad I think God created me from the essence of the most barren soil in the world. Even though I was like that, they said congratulations, marked I managed to become the most romantic man. I also don't know why I like to say such words, maybe because I often close my eyes to be happy with any woman I like. I don't know, it's just my assumption that's still very magical. I also did not realize why I never cried when writing the saddest lamentation, while the mouths that read my writing even shed tears. They do not know on whose lips the tears will fall. Thank God, even though I am the silliest charade you have made, at least I am capable of tears in all happiness. To me, those sad tears come from great happiness.
I have a Father who is always ready to bury me at any time if I die, but I have no mother anymore, for he died when I saved him to the world. However, it is not the figure of the father who takes care of me, but the grandmother of my mother's parents. That's why I became the man who in his life was always sad because my father never taught me to call himself by the word father, I also never knew what it would feel like if my father hugged my dry body, I also never realized what it would be like if my father held my hand to a place that would probably be my first stopover during my life in the world. I had no such story, and to close my eyes to be happy with my father, I had a hard time, because my imagination was confused, I had to imagine what kind of story. I have only one sentence to me, a very sad sentence, not consumed by letters, words or sentences. "I've Killed His Wife whom I've Called Mother." I'm sorry dad, from my deepest heart I never intended to kill my mother again but God wanted it all. God wants to know how dear you are to the creature you planned to present.
Romantic readers, prepare yourself, this is just a picture of my story. If this is sad, think that your sadness is definitely the beginning of great happiness. Cry as much as possible, so that your tears will never be disappointed in the story that you may be so forced to be happy.
