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Words, I felt it looks like my life

I loved and I hate

Gladness and Sadness

I laughed then I cried

But, although all the pains, I exist

I learned that…

My wound not pain anyone else, but me

And the peoples who crying around me, will not help me

The most beautiful smile, is loom on my lips in my sever pain

And the worthy believable tears, is dropping silenced, where no one could see

I be happy with the peoples, and be sad lonely

The medicine for my only wound, is the satisfaction with my fate

And the great success is how to pairing my desires with desires of whom around me

If I want the comfort in my life, I have to be care about my health

If I want the happiness, I have to be care about my morals

And if I want all of that, first I have to be care about my religion

Never despise anyone whoever is

Because every one has own blemishes, but in own hidden life

The environment which we brought up, created our personalities

And our ambitions, our thoughts, just remake our personalities and changing of our life shape

Most of us like the kids

We hate the true because we taste its soreness

Then we never thinking about its sweetness cure

We love the null, because we like its taste

Then we never care about its poisons

The beauty of soul makes us and whom around us, very happy

But the beauty of shape, makes whom around us, Only Happy

It just...

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