The story of the life of the world is not finished. Every person has no hope of living, he wants to live well. What would have been like the following birds would have been enlightened. Nilil flew in the air, exchanged thoughts, expressed the hope of the mind etc. It is freedom to express. That is love, love. How much color would fly with birds of bark, how shy shy trees, flowers and suvas, scent That's what the mind wants to fly. That is love. Congratulations to love and congratulations in this impotent fate.
The love of birds is life.
