ALL THESE BREATHS WILL BE FINISHED IN TIME
This road seems to have no edge, but I believe this path has its limits. I can feel the heartbeat of a woman walking in front of me. Her heartbeat sounded, her pulse trembling. All this breath, after that time. Dust is scattered from the wind of the motor through. The woman carrying the weights on her back and her right hand, just keep moving forward. My heartbeats shook and my pulse rhythmically irregular, like when I was young. All these breaths, will be finished in time. God will take us to His house.