On the road of experience,. I'm trying to find my own way.. Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.. When I think that I'm moving,. Suddenly things stand still..
On the road of experience I'm trying to find my own way.. Sometimes I wish that I could fly away. When I think that I'm moving suddently things stand still.
Usually in the morning. I'm filled with sweet belonging. And everything is beautiful to see. . Even when it's raining. The sound of heaven singing. Is simply joyful music to me.