Thinking back to the fact that late one night, there was a burning pain in my stomach, and the fireworks in my eyes and affection that traveled through my fingertips were even more last year.

The wind blows on my face, and I can’t help but refuse. No matter how big the world is, I only ask for one thing.

You give me time, permanent time, that is choice. If I put it on hold for a long time and you can't wait, that's rejection. . .

Hope to adopt,