The image of the burning city lights reflected how I see my whole life. For this is the story of my suffering. The dark parts, lit only by small lamps in certain places, those are the ruthless, silent nights.

At ang lahat ng tanaw kong ilaw ay ang mga konting panahong naging masaya ako.


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