Women

 In an unpainted world, dyed in color, blurred in a dusty dreamy heart, carrying the sorrows of a torn life like a giant, women always cry for the love of a man's chest.

 The world is holding her with contempt and humiliation, she is hiding from the world, revealing to all the sorrows and sorrows, looking for solace for the weary heart, women are still seeking solace, Sasara is spending all her time.