Nhờ sửa bài giúp

There’s lavender and rose petals and the water sounds

• It was swaggeringly hard winter.

• I clearly remember long severe nights when I was sleepless.

• I connected it with a fool moon because as expected from a person who was born with a surname, which has irrefutable resemblance with a word “wolf”, I’ve never fell asleep at least once a month.

• I’ve never been able to explain it but somehow things is panning out based on this family heritage and symbolism at the same time.

• I wrap my head around whether there is any anesthesia for this type of insomnia, and what it’s better to do at those sleepless nights.

• I had already knew that the more I try to fall asleep the more I think.

• The whirlpool of thoughts just poised to pop up when I close my eyes.

• Finally, through ages I forced myself to embrace it and stop resisting because it makes me more somber and sluggish the following day.

• Instead of fighting it, I’ve hanging in there and let those endless thoughts travel through my consciousness while I’m siting and looking through the window on a deserted playground.

• I imagined that pitch darkness revealing sharp bold brunches, which pierce the night sky, is not cruel and trees are not lifeless.

• Summertime and green landscapes pop up in my memory immediately, I could hear kids exclamations of enthusiasm of a game they are playing dog’s barking.