It's really unusual, it's windy, it's chilly, I'm walking off the road, and it's cool, but I think it's nice not to be in the summer, and that's when I realized that there's a gray, black stray dog waiting for a nice guy to feed her, but it's not delicious, but it's just an old "go-and-go" call, and I hear the old man screaming, and the bastard immediately gets his hands on it. No one dares to come to the store and eat, and see what it looks like to run away with its tail, and I suddenly get a little bit of a drift in my heart, and it's amazing, and when I see it, I think of a dog that's been separated for years, and I used to have a dog in my house, and I don't know how to lose it.
At that time I thought it would be hard for one of our little babies to live on his own clothes, like others' compassion. I felt like I saw the back of one of our dogs, and it was called a heartache, which suddenly came to mind in my head, and I wondered if it would be a dog whose heart had been lost by accident. If the master had seen it, would it have hurt? Then I wanted to feed it decisively for its owner, and see how pathetic it was, because I was the one who had the dog.
So it's like I can't have a good dog, I can't even eat a bite or two, I can't even get it, I can't feel it, I can't feel the pain in my heart, I can't feel it if you lose it. And then I suddenly felt like this dog, because I was able to raise it, and at least it was able to walk away from its master, and I could do it for its master, and I could feed it to one of our dogs at that time, and suddenly I felt a little bit excited, and I hadn't had a dog for a long time, but I felt a little distant from each other, and I felt like I was right when I was looking at the dog, and I was able to have one less of the extra pain and it was "Amita!"