Everything has its own beauty. Do you know how to feel it?As long as I can hear the glittering sun, the chirping of this bird, the swaying of the leaves on this tree, as long as I can hear it, I can breathe in the open air of the morning - how can I not love life ?
Everything has its own beauty. Do you know how to feel it?As long as I can hear the glittering sun, the chirping of this bird, the swaying of the leaves on this tree, as long as I can hear it, I can breathe in the open air of the morning - how can I not love life ?