The best way to comfort a lonely soul is to meet another lonely soul.
We are all snowflakes scattered everywhere, drifting in the sea of snow, melting in the years.
I write this book to pay tribute to youth, to time, to the fireworks of the world, and to you, the best person I have ever encountered.
If one day you are bored, you might as well open an article and read their stories.
Purpose: Respect the years