Man is just a rider behind his age. From day to day, month, and year without feeling. Our breath continues faithfully guiding us to the door of death. Actually this is the world that we distanced and the graves that we approach
Man is just a rider behind his age. From day to day, month, and year without feeling. Our breath continues faithfully guiding us to the door of death. Actually this is the world that we distanced and the graves that we approach