My own people ask for a sign of my existence. They ask for my old picture in me. To live those days of innocence again. They ask for the story of my childhood in the diary. Naughty, funny and innocent all. Childhood friends ask for youth. Where to spend the evening, where to spend the night. The days and nights of youth ask for happiness. See a few moments lived happily. The society asks for the account of my days. 1-3-2025 The shadows of the bond of love stay