Woman Is The Light Of God.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

My Dear Heart, Never Think You Are Better Than Others. Listen To Their Sorrows With Compassion. If You Want Peace, Don't Harbor Bad Thoughts, Do Not Gossip And Don't Teach What You Do Not Know.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.