Starting from that morning, I bow my head in gratitude to the Most Merciful for having the mind to see the color change in the sky all day long! Let it be foggy day, cloudy day, rainy day, what is the bitterness of seniority! I understand the change of seasons by looking at the day! On a rainy day, the smell of soil makes me drunk. Ashwin's sky is hiding in the sun again? Keeps mesmerized! The days are clear! White cloud raft!