ABOUT THE Cubism: Broken Twice (STORY)
The heart that beats in your body belongs to my son and I was heartbroken twice. I saw many nuns, but none of them sang as beautifully as you. How to stop my tears? The world will not be valid with your death. How can I laugh, baby! I was like a black hole and you made me a star. Now how can I repay your love? How not to I cry? I was heartbroken twice.