After losing, I learned that spending life like a waste was the name of an education.

There are
some invisible truths behind the familiar story, What a happy face story behind the mask?
Some survive for a long time, like the crescent moon in a multitude of evergreen clouds.I have
never analyzed myself. It's like trying to get the lower class salt, Behind the four walls, there is
always love and relief 'I have always hidden the story of the cruelty of surviving this
relationship.
The eye in which everyone finds Anjana, no one knows, has spent thousands of years in the
illusion of a single star. Those who have to perform on the stage of life in the face of a terrible
storm in the background, they know Defeat is not desirable before the last sleep ....One day all
the memories of the heart may fall asleep Atal, to live in the present in the scene of time ....
Loving the wrong people is like nicotine, once you get rid of it, you learn to live anew!