<h3>Sunshine is good, those sad years have gone in silence, it's good time to be young, like an acceleration gear, to be caught off guard by the vicissitudes of vicissitudes of life. When the countless responsibilities through the heart and the lungs like a huge blade into our hearts are not ready to dream a good life like an endless greedy ghost sucked away our countless beautiful hope. I haven't changed. I always say to myself, just so many short, long, cold words will confuse my heart in a prison I weave for myself.</h3>