Zyleenyshadino

He hasn't known what life was, All he knew was the dying scenery through the broken window in a four-wall room. Locked, like in a cage, his soul slowly burned and faded far away. He didn't know it how to love, this heart has never beaten. The colors in his eyes were gone and his soul was tired of screaming. The room held him in prison. The scenery made him sad. This man didn't know the sunshine, nor how the moon shines. He was lost and cold, and lonely, until he saw the moon. With her brightness, percolating in the room... she taught him how to love. .... The scenery still dies But the colors in his eyes are back and he's smiling because is