Nobody pays any attention to the water that evaporates after the rains ...
When the Sun comes back, no matter whether
there are also tears into that.
Expenditure to cry for love, pain ...
The water evaporates into the air and back again
into our lungs, breathing in the wind
we refer them to the face and the tears
back inside us, like the things we lost ...
But nothing is lost really ...
Every second that passes, every rising moon,
they just tell you: "Live, Live and Love"
However, you are who you are wherever you are ...
Look up toward the Sun, close your eyes
and never stop dreaming ....
Life is too short to be happy ... Together .
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