The scent of flowers in the 
There are days of despair to the extreme, though life and self have forgiven each other, but can not find a peaceful space at the bottom of the eye. There are days, wishing to become a lazy cat, not having to go to school, work or go out, not to appointments, just stay home to read books, listen to music and do things miscellaneous, as long as i like, as long as i feel peace ...
There are days when I no longer believe in myself, cynical things, see why this life is stuffy and much to worry about. The world outside is always cruel and terrifying. Witness the old, the barren. Seeing people permanently gone by illness, sleep an eternal sleep. Sadness, feeling hurt!
In the end, what makes you the happiest is not the life that is so rich, or the highest on the top of the celebrity, but it is merely the latter, and the people around you are always happy. everyday. Try to live well, because just living well the sky itself will arrange.
Happiness is when the tribulation, feeling around alone not alone. When you are weak or meet the sad story, next to the friend who was shoulder to shoulder, the simple is to listen to his story or not say anything, just peace of side by side, sadness also tan run.
Over time, I have encountered many events, a lot of worries, but then I understood that forever immersed in the negative it will lie there, never lose, health down, but Melancholy does not disappear. Then we have to open our hearts to welcome the world, open the window and look out, the trees fluttering out there are still strange green, the sky is also beautiful to strange.
Life is always cute, though our hearts are dense, dense or brilliant like the bright light. This life is always like a flower.
Waiting for the summer is coming, only unfortunately I was forgotten at the beginning. Recognizing the season has come from the time when worries also sleep temporarily. Summer sunshine as well as the color of his skirt, the weather was mild, the heart also gently washed away the wind. Feeling like I'm floating in the clouds, hanging, hovering.
What is beautiful, difficult to describe in words. Only inscribed in the heart in the same year. The best things in life are the things that are gone, so that when we stop to remember, all memories will be beautiful, sparkling extremely. Summer, anyway, in my eyes is still a duet. Beautiful season, so what should be rushed.
This beautiful season should look at the sun that talk the world.
Or read the book in the room filled with the smell of yellow sun-kissed coffee.
I hope, after going through my hardship, I will laugh more. And have better health, to be able to fully carry out what was promised to yourself. Do not worry about the future too, take this moment to date with today. Body in the world, body is not disciplined, nor can change.
Summer evenings, if you sit under the trees, look at the flowers, and stop here.
Still very beautiful, summer!
Time will be as fast as the blink of an eye, stay together all the days.
Something sparkling love that also hoen mi in the heart ...
We meet in the flower bloom nh茅, thank you. When there is something sorrowful, let us talk together, and then we have appointments, just to listen to each other.
Despite the time, drift forever ...
