As the wind blows through the green grass, and the flowers begin to bloom. Everything begins to change all over again. The days gets longer but life as we know it gets stronger. We never exactly know what's coming next. We see what we never want to see but hear as we please. The weak begins to feel no pain and become stronger by the days. But the strong feel weak and soon gives up. We all would like to believe we are different but we are all nothing but the same.
