We are born alone. Love perseveres. The essence of life is never giving up hope.
If you were an ordinary person, unable to feel love or hope, with no way forward after failure, what would you do?
If you weren’t ordinary, but were left adrift in the silence after glory and sank into mediocrity that no one appreciated, what would you do?
If you were an ordinary person, afraid of love and disappointment, so used to being alone that you felt you had lost the ability to love, what would you do?
If you weren’t ordinary, and loved bravely and held on to hope, yet still had to face endless hurt, what would you do?
