Difficult profession, being human in real life and living in good luck. Living our lives, the threshold of daily tides, living according to the rules and not losing their essence; The only thing that matters.
Every day, from the beginning to the front sound, accompanied by us as the background music of our lives. And we are human; rhythmic fluctuations with this music as part of a complete orchestra. Orchestra conductor, 'participation', 'fate', always carries out the ongoing task by determining the first leading role: Although the real hero is high. Sometimes blurring may occur due to events that occur.
The subject is love; At the same time, we looked at the human front of our imagination, were open to us and approached us, we were just looking at the songs of 'Love Story'.
If the subject is unhappy, we are eaten by our anger; We became slaves of our souls.
And compassion, we opened again, felt like a flying butterfly and turned into a wingless angel.
I said the butterfly Ben; Will the excitement of life aba live?
We're lucky, we're lucky; Life shortens for us, butterflies actually fit our lives. Feelings about us, what we feel about positive or negative, what we experience about people.