Love speaks of beauty only heart can see.
I didn't get there by wishing for it... but by working for it.
Faith is the compass that guides the wanderer home.
I have attained my desire in this world, which was to travel through the earth.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it
My personal mission is to grow and contribute every day.
Love speaks of beauty only heart can see.
I didn't get there by wishing for it... but by working for it.
Faith is the compass that guides the wanderer home.
I have attained my desire in this world, which was to travel through the earth.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it
My personal mission is to grow and contribute every day.