Suppose you can melt any view of flowers like with a charming color, menghinotic every eye that looked. Many souls are happy when the flowers become dream, he can not speak, but he beat every human voice.
He is so calm in all his ways, the sun and the wet tweguyur huja never make it a mere problem so he can moan, I want to be like this and I want to, he never said so.
Different from me, a little problem I face I always feel so big. The arrogance and human ego that I feel as if I can never treat all the time, just cover every situation with other atmosphere.
