.. And then he remembered that darkness was his best friend and it will always be.

For a man he get his own ship and his own strong wind, but he cannot stop missing all the passing breezes that never come again.

He eyed: “Are we ready to fight for this love?”. She eyed so: “Maybe not for this time babe. I loved you and I still.

وكأننا لاَ نعيش سعادةً إلاّ لنموت بعدها مرتين ونعيش بعدها مرتينلتبقى لذة اللقاء والالتقاء دُهورا عديدة.