Sad and angry

Sad and angry. His sleep is divided into the most beautiful part of his dream. He walks up and down and walks a little. When he approaches the window, he sees a skinny body trembling in the middle. They're both small and innocent. Her eyes are screaming of grief. But our utopian is unhelpful. It does not disturb the wet breath of cold temperatures. He turns around and goes. Deaf feelings occur with the loneliness of the drama. He closes the curtain of the heart's wings of compassion. Feels numb like walls.
Then a child appears next to the chill. He looks carefully, runs away. Familiar income pale face. In this respect, it is like a melody of the song in the eyes of the hand by hitting the viewer. Much closer to your heart.
But the feather bed was hot. Protect your feelings of mercy hidden in the vaporized hearts. His mercy returned with a vaporized heart, he returned to his bed. It was horrible outside. Those who had to live there were more terrible. It was like eating. But it was our hungry souls to understand the opening of the Straits. The cat slept. Feather on the bed. Street cat is dreaming. Was he dreaming in his tongue, or was his dream real?