TONARDOPRESH

Life is like the water in the hands, from the moment with life, whether our tente fines to fight, close to how to worry about the water, water or legend into a bit of penetration. All you have all, there will always be away from you, just the time to the evening. In the morning in the blooming flowers to the evening, maybe withered wit; as the sunrise happiness, perhaps as soon as the sun. Love blowing, marriage did not, the cause of the collapse, money did not have, a party to go. Think about it, in your last did not come to this, when these things will not exist, when the natural natural can not go, you have lost what? Will lose something, you can not belong to you. Get the fate, lost the dense. Everything with it!