They cut down the trees and then urge the young to plant them again, about how life goes, as if age is just a number, and we no longer believe in power.
They cut down the trees, clear land,
make production, then shop spree for a vision and mission because life only once and needs to be enjoyed, wrapped in a paper bag and then thrown away and become a homeless person's sleeping mat in front of the overhang of shops.
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC
They cut down the trees and then urge the young to plant them again, about how life goes, as if age is just a number, and we no longer believe in power.
They cut down the trees, clear land,
make production, then shop spree for a vision and mission because life only once and needs to be enjoyed, wrapped in a paper bag and then thrown away and become a homeless person's sleeping mat in front of the overhang of shops.
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