I think life is full of mystery, but there is love, there is affection, there is pain, but I focus on the fact that beauty, as much as physical beauty, is inner beauty. Here in this beautiful world, we see how those things are beautiful, like roses, like birds sing. We are beautiful, beautiful, and sometimes we don't know that happiness is within us.
These are my living words. My words are that woman who describes with her soul, since we are unique thinkers, forgers of thought. Where love is that paper that writes the wonder of life, just as I describe dreams as a tale of a different story, like a movie theater open to the public.
Love is pain. If it hurts when it's truly felt, love has no level, which is above heaven. But truly believing in love, we are left only to our judgment in our lives.