Tuhan Kuatkan Aku Hati Dan Perasaanku นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can't change it. Give me some strength, Moon!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oerowoseo eotteokae (I’m lonely, what do I do? Miummajeo samkyeosseo (So I swallowed up even the hate) Hwanael himdo eopseo (I have no strength to get mad) Iyudo eopgo (No reason either) Maeumeul deoreopijima (So don’t taint your heart) Tarakagien ajik illeo (It’s too early to be corrupt) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

V After my last prostration, I raised my hand to the sky and continued my supplication. "O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion. O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O director of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O mover of hearts, keep my heart in a state of obedience to you. O you transformer of hearts and spiritual states make our states the loveliest of states. O Allah, O controller of the hearts and eyes, let my heart hold fast onto your religion.

Fuck. I hated myself for being weak.

"You have a rare gift, my dear. Your voice carries the power to touch hearts and uplift spirits. I am in awe of your talent." Mitchell, standing by Angela's side, couldn't contain her overflowing emotions. She held Angela's hands tightly, her voice filled with gratitude and love. "Angela, your voice is a blessing beyond measure. I am so grateful to be a part of your journey. Your singing fills my heart with joy, and I'm honored to stand beside you as you share your gift with the world."

With my eyes closed and tears threatening to come out, I desperately prayed to the Goddess, but I knew deep in my heart that nobody was coming. I was alone. “Kage, please don’t do this…” I begged, my tears now coming out, spilling continuously no matter how hard I wanted it not to because it made me feel weak. It made me feel incapable. But maybe that is me. Maybe, no matter how hard I try, I will always be the stupid, naive, and weak Hai– “Let her go.” My eyes shot wide open when I heard another voice and my heart, which was already beating like crazy, became even more… untameable.

The reality of the situation weighed too heavily. "But it didn't really help. How can I be happy when you are like this? I need you, Lukan." As I said those words, I felt my heart breaking, it seems to me that I had loved him all this while. I felt the tears coming again and I wiped at my eyes quickly, annoyed at how easily I broke down these days. I hated being weak. I hate us feeling like I couldn't do anything to help him. "Please," I whispered squeezing his hand tighter."Please wake up."

he spat, as if the idea of love offended him entirely. I grabbed a hold of his chin and turned it toward me. He hissed in pain, but I did not relax my hold. I could already see the bruises forming, and it brought me great satisfaction. “Love is the most powerful emotion that people can have. It provides power beyond anything else. It makes us stronger not weaker. Do you love your son?” I asked.

Soici to Fransis Red puddles flow, from your heart full of wounds ... The smile never stops, even though the body is weak ... You always give me a helping hand ,, Embrace your love makes me always miss ,,, Be strong ... be strong ... never be fragile ... Rise up ... rise up ... Do not leave me… My heart ... my heart, can't live without you. You are too precious to me and I can't lose you. Be strong ... be strong ... never be fragile ... Rise up ... rise up ...