every minute, we think back about the home sweet home. This is the fetching place to the level, we can't exclaim even. Here,
the morns wake up the people, the sun beam widens the eye upto the face and here, the night awakes the convictions and
slants of the visiters. The smoke and the nicotine, the wine and the alchohol even can't fetch me toward them as enough as
this place has. The overlooking of the beautiful lake outside the window gives sight to even a stone-deaf person.
~I can only afford my eyes to view the ever-lasting gallery in the eye which reveals and
launches the signs of nature. Beneath the feet, if ever pabbles come being here at this spot, i swear, they'll be felt as soft as a
cotton bud. Nevertheless, we did many quarrels, yet, we feel the ever-happening sarcasms overday and overnights. Here, if
the sun scolds us, we'll embellish our love on it and shall never untolerate it. This last activity is the love... Shall miss the
water, we played with, shall adore the spot, shall come again with our PARTNERS~
~I TELL YOU, THIS IS THE HARDEST GOODBYE BEING UNKNOWN TO THE TIME AND THE SITUATIONS, COMING