Yesterday

Yesterday is lost .. Yet.. Between our hands still today and if today will collect his papers and leave us .. We always have tomorrow .. Do not grieve yesterday, he will not return and do not regret today .. He is gone too, just dream of a bright sun in a beautiful tomorrow If I can't love you, if i failed to be the man you hope... Then try to find someone who pleases you.. But.. If you do not find someone planting a rose in your days, do not ask those who planted in your heart an arrow... I forgive you, and I'll always love you.

the quality

Man's words fold his mind, when abbreviation in speech is the best quality to find,
Do not look at me as the leaves that change its color .. Don't read my words as a faded letters .. For it's inked with pain and brutality .. For you will discover that these lines is not the most beautiful words I wrote .. And these papers is not the last ... These lines were not just beautiful words passing by.. But they are innocent feelings of heart lived them letter by letter .. And the pulse of a human carried a dream .. And burned with fire to make it come true .. My dear,
Virtue and wealth both remaining weigh together, in the balance we can't rise one of them without falling the other.
I Pay my whole life for a sense of truth and heart contains my endless love .. But I do not pay a moment of my life for a lover runaway .. Or abandoned my heart for no reason.

Peace

Sad as the last Autumn leaves, when it starts whispering to all the garden tree's, in a darkness night when the summer was dying,
We lost all the flowers, but deep inside... our roots still have the power, Our hope of warning beam seems to be done, in this life peace isn't real it's just feel of fun, like the darkness listened for the sun,  clear as morning's gold, it screams with Melody unfold.
We may fall into the ground and the wind is scattering us here and there, denying our existence, but as long as there is a root there is a hope and as quiet as night there is a voice of light..  As long as there is hope there is reason to go on... Hope speaks but it's often a 'whisper', so, we must listen or be drown out by the longings that must remain dreams..