The sole returner boards the empty bus
The heart that left is not that coming back
There’re neither jeering crowds nor accolades
There’s only shreds of life left
To unpack
Other People's Feelings
The sole returner boards the empty bus
The heart that left is not that coming back
There’re neither jeering crowds nor accolades
There’s only shreds of life left
To unpack
Still, shreds are not iron bars.