My eyes are under my control now.
I felt like I was resting.
But I didn't really laugh at people.
Why foreign
On the way home at 15:30. There was considerable amount of snow on the roads, it was difficult to use the downhill slope that I had to leave behind to go home. I was watching the mountain slopes being painted white. I was opening my hands, waiting for the snowflakes to fall and melt slowly.
It was hard to get the law out of your pocket.My gloves were insufficient to warm my delicate hands.I finally put them in my jacket pocket.I found myself moaning from a cover pain on the floor.My fall wasn't because of the hands or the slippery floors in my jacket.The thing that knocked me down was a cotton-skinned stranger.Her cheeks had a color on her forehead.What did he come back for?I wanted to ask, but I couldn't.I wanted to ask you why you were punished.And I joined the caravan that tortured him without knowing the answer.I wish I'd asked him before anyone else.Maybe I changed my way in the hope that I wasn't too late, and I turned my route in the direction that he ran fast.I don't know how you can run in this snow so fast.Slippery ground pulled me down while trying to keep up with him, making my struggle with gravity even harder.We finally stopped.When he stopped, I kept up with him.
