fading joys
There was a time when my face bore wrinkles, but they represented joy. Now, however, those very wrinkles bring a sense of sadness. An accident turned my life upside down, transforming what was once a life of ease and happiness into one filled with pain. I lived like a prince—without sorrow or suffering—until that fateful incident shattered not just my bones but my spirit. The dreams I cherished, for which I had worked tirelessly, vanished before my eyes, leaving me with a stark reality I had never anticipated. My beauty and youth have faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of...