Sometimes we are lucky not to notice,We think that should be so.But happiness is to know when to lose it,When trouble came, when in the dark eyes.Oh, people! Even for a moment stop,No fuss, throw all cases.The breath of life will enjoy plenty of Love all that you have yet.Open the Windows, drop from the roof catch,the Person the substitute sunlight.In the morning dew barefoot wander,And the bird of happiness will return to you. Website Home Poems