Troubled

The boring days have been too long and I have already become numb...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

The boring days have been too long and I have already become numb...

The tears of the Weaver Girl were all over the window outside the window...

The powerful sound of flamenco is ringing in my ears...
The misty world wakes up but only loneliness remains...

If you are pure, you can be quiet. If you are not pure, you can be quiet...

Flowers fall and spring thunder stirs up all the branches and leaves...

Who is nestling alone in the corner with the lights on...

The bright moonlight shines on the boring night...

Everyone has their own unique…
Sister, dear sister, remember today is...