Cordierite's Literatures
For the boy who couldn’t speak, music was his only escape. It was a farewell as well as a meeting that seemed like fate.
The boy recalled an event of the past. He used to loathe himself for taking his mother's life.
For the boy who couldn’t speak, music was his only escape. It was a farewell as well as a meeting that seemed like fate.
The boy recalled an event of the past. He used to loathe himself for taking his mother's life.