clear eyes. He likes dancing in the empty hall. Every movement
is full of sadness.
He flies higher and higher, without turning back. He watches
suffering from human silently.
Just like an angel.
But people are jealous of his purity. People are jealous of his
broad sky. They couldn't wait to denigrate him in the worst
words. They can't wait to judge the angel with what they call
justice.
They laughed at him with his last name. The name of the angel
is given the meaning of the devil.
People yelled at him: "Albino...." Deliberately swallowed the last
few syllables, followed by sharp ridicule. Their eyes are full of
malice.
And he walked through them, with no expression on his face.
During those days, only I, only I would like to call his first
name. His name, Ther, is a syllable, easy to remember.
But I saw the clouds on his head, turned to light gray.