[The eighth poem]Your boat, Rammasun.
Grief-stricken
It looks as dry as leafy vegetables.
No Tara sprinkled in the soil.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Their feelings are so dull.
You are a skinny person.
When you see it, you will feel dizzy.
Worarasayam's face showed a lot of black expressions. Navin realized that the other party was not satisfied with his interview, and his expression was very sinister, so he quickly cried.
"Ah … I'm sorry I threw up, probably because I don't feel very well."
"I saw your face and felt very uncomfortable, you mean,"
This time, Navin even shook his head.
"That's not true... I slept very little last night."
He sounded like a giant child repenting in his punishment. He wants to get angry and rampage until the other person tears. But when Na
