I wanted a flower, but I got none. I know each had a different colour one day when I was gone. Knowing that I cannot touch isn't that too much?
Life is not fixed; things turn the other way. Every deed is criticism, and every story is a terrible one. Until one day, if I could listen, there is this amazing tale of a dead man.
Ha ka ri ba thngan, Kumno ngan kdang? Ha ka ri ba dum, Kumno ngan ĂŻohi jingshai? Ha ka ri rai-shiliang, Kumno ngan pasiang? Ha ka ri ba pjah, Kumno ngan ĂŻoh jingsyaid? Ha ka ri ba dap jingishih, Kumno ngan ĂŻoh jingĂŻeid? Ha ka ri ba la jah, Kumno ngan shem Ăa ka lawei Ka ri tipbriew-tipblei?