"You're ALWAYS like that ... Aren't you tired, children? Your children ... Affected by your problem ... When will you be formed? When there will be no more pain and sorrow?" regretfully daddy told us. He looked at us one by one and there was sadness in his eyes.

I thought we were forever

I thought to the end

How long is the road

Are we going down here?

If this is how we talk

If this is the limit

Should probably be avoided

The occasional greetings

Those who are accustomed

Must be forgotten

So that we don't get hurt

Yesterday, it seemed the duration was after the day. And...