If you are lucky in the sunlight that hits the soft beads of the waterfall and forms a small rainbow, the more you don't want to leave until dusk arrives. Accompanied by warm drinks or fresh coconut water drinks will increasingly make you feel at home there, the mountain breeze can also support wha
Yes, maybe that's how easy it is to describe, heaven as something indescribable, unimaginable before the mind, never seen before by the eye, and not heard before by the ear, but we believe it exists and is real
If you are lucky in the sunlight that hits the soft beads of the waterfall and forms a small rainbow, the more you don't want to leave until dusk arrives. Accompanied by warm drinks or fresh coconut water drinks will increasingly make you feel at home there, the mountain breeze can also support wha
The soft words we say to our partners are stored in a secret place in heaven. One day, they will fall like rain, then spread, and the mystery of our love will sprout in all corners of the world.
The past never disappears. He exists but does not know the way home. For that he entrusts sometimes to something we don't expect. We call it memories.
We should not be amazed at our own shadow, sometimes the shadow is tall if the sun is inclined, even though our bodies are actually still small.
When we choose to live with a mask, and people like it. Then really that is our problem. But when we appear there, and people apparently do not like, even hate. Then really that is their problem.
Yes, maybe that's how easy it is to describe, heaven as something indescribable, unimaginable before the mind, never seen before by the eye, and not heard before by the ear, but we believe it exists and is real
Between two mountains that look blue, surrounded by verdant rice fields planted with rice plants, the winding road ascends across two mountains, with coconut trees or bamboo trees around the rice fields, increasingly making graceful and soothing green scenery.
Be happy for those who have already been there, and here we will share the beauty of such places. Really hear the paradise of the world alone is so beautiful, especially if you occupy and live there. Anyone will certainly only have a wonderful impression.
The soft words we say to our partners are stored in a secret place in heaven. One day, they will fall like rain, then spread, and the mystery of our love will sprout in all corners of the world.
If art aims to preserve the roots of our culture, society must let artists freely follow their respective visions wherever it takes them.
Maybe we will never hear the cry of a father because a father always wants to look strong so that his child can take refuge in his hands and chest without ever doubting him, he can provide security to him when the child feels threatened, that's the father.
The soft words we say to our partners are stored in a secret place in heaven. One day, they will fall like rain, then spread, and the mystery of our love will sprout in all corners of the world.
The past never disappears. He exists but does not know the way home. For that he entrusts sometimes to something we don't expect. We call it memories.
We should not be amazed at our own shadow, sometimes the shadow is tall if the sun is inclined, even though our bodies are actually still small.
When we choose to live with a mask, and people like it. Then really that is our problem. But when we appear there, and people apparently do not like, even hate. Then really that is their problem.
The past never disappears. He exists but does not know the way home. For that he entrusts sometimes to something we don't expect. We call it memories.
Yes, maybe that's how easy it is to describe, heaven as something indescribable, unimaginable before the mind, never seen before by the eye, and not heard before by the ear, but we believe it exists and is real
