When he revives the past, he keeps his head steady, accepting his infinite power:
I'm alone when I'm not with anyone and I have no one to say I'm alone.
Because we hear him, a song, an infinite grace, we find in ourselves more than this vast ancient world.
No matter how lonely you are, the blinking sun, the bright sun, the shady clouds are a sign of loneliness, how much relatives. This is not the power of faith, the wishes of the greenery, requests, excitement as a call to excitement
Dreams, dreams are pink; nightmares black; people are cunning or black. No gray people. A person is not good or bad, medium.
I always liked white, I don't like it. Like cotton in the fields, pure as white, as thin as snow, as innocent as the child.
The beauty of your heart is reflected in your eyes; His honor, his spirit and his dignity. As emphasizes: Med didn't come for a fight, I love my job for Em
But the existence of innocence, an incredible friendship, no return. Isn't that what gives us the joy of life?
Let me come if I'm wrong.
