Sweetest Childhood: Evolution of 'la' Three

My soul grieves but I show nothing, time pulls its thongue while I wait.

Tragedy evolution:

We believe to be in front of a mirror (past) hope to watch what comes behind us. However, third period starts and we don't know about him more than what we see alongside with time.

This is the third time.

If I'm understandable, I'll be repliable. I still lean simplist theories and unpredictable. I do not know more than guessing third period will be the same:

How big, immaculate, are our mother's spheric but pole-crushed earth nooks and crannies, at her almighty sight it all is a shred. By her feet there is our way, crossing third periodo without it matters.

A seventh year old kid dressed as an adult takes a fourth year old girl hand, dressed as an adult as well. Kid is straight, takes solemnly girl's hand who watched touched little man eyes (nothing around).

While contemplating the heavy armor falling above him, a man watches