Butterflies of memories often hovers over some green bushes on the walls of the heart, some are flying around bloom and withered flowers..
During this moment I repeat the talks of the heart.. all of sudden feel some fragrance of some talks, some accent touches the breathe,
some scenes sparkle in front of the eyes, then I realize that how much I was happy with you
The gardens of hearts are very strange, the blossoms of memories often fragrant the life and sometimes the thorns in them hurt the soul.
If you leave it desolate, you will stop breathing and if you stay for a long time there, it will become difficult to live