Sin | I was eight years old, and my grandmother said I would sleep with her later

You may have heard many broken stories about your original family, from books, movies, dog blood dramas...

Outsiders look only hateful and pitiful, and those who witness it recall sad and lamentable but difficult to save themselves.

I've always advocated for the use of time and experiences trapped in emotions and pains to grow and reap. Once their pattern has improved, the problem may no longer be a problem.

Of course, this is a very complicated and difficult process. Today I would like to share a song called "Sin".

Maybe when we hum out the pain brought to you by the original family, maybe it will heal you a little bit

A durian

lyrics:

The glass on the table was dangling with water

Knock over my thoughts and sprinkle a bunch

The lost me sat across the road wondering who

I covered my ears and retreated

I hid in the closet beforehand

I often fall asleep with arguments

The door opened and closed

I was pushed out by him

I was in tears, not knowing who to look for

Leave it to my back

I didn't dare chase

I was stuck that year I was eight years old

A pile of white paper on the table grinned

Grandma said I would sleep with her later

I was lost, sitting across the road, refusing to return

I may have been born guilty

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