What are hot?

 The abusing amorma of embarrassment, the tears falling down after devouring flaming Doritos and Venus coming down to earth as you are full of rage!

What are cold?

The feeling as frostbites as they are born all around your skin as if you were one, the day your ice cream fell on the ice cold floor while your face was drooping of sadness, and the last day he was betrayed by his loyal family that had stolen all his hard work.

What are fragile?

A fluffy feather falling and drifting to the snowstorm appearing right down to the nest, the ashes of your ancestors and the silence of a baby when it has just been in a appeared Mothers scaly hands.

What are strong?
Baby Ayah’s cry echoing from the south to the north, the bravery of coming back home where all your suffering formed and the first bite into a sweet and sour plum.