We take love from sadness to joy, we buy our right to smile with tears with blood, wherever the silence of the alleys becomes heavier than fear, a sigh also blooms to make the city more colorful, the butterfly behind its cocoon felt that there is a way and left, maybe we should also put hope on the closed road, and the night rots from the inside and goes with a flick of the hands. We are in bondage, even the passage of love is not difficult to liberate, without the taste of freedom, no one is happy with love , the phoenix rises and watches us, the flame goes down and denies it in astonishment.
