I wonder if Snow loves trees and fields, that he kisses them so softly. And then he covers them until they are comfortable, you know, with a white quilt; and he might say, In summer, sleep until you come back, sweetie. I enjoy being happy every day and I hope you can hear my joy in my music. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous and possessive love that realizes what it can do. But life is only slightly lost when you lose a thing or two, and despair is the shadow of a cloud.
We often reduce the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, an ear, an honest appreciation, or the smallest act of affection, all of which have the potential to double life. Every day there is a sunrise and a sunset, and they are absolutely free. Many of them don’t remember it. Wherever you can go; Life is a beautiful thing. Life is like a season that passes. It comes and goes. Whatever happens, it is better to enjoy the change of season.
I am not like those who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life has not revealed its beauty. By your smile, you make life more beautiful. You make life more beautiful. Light up, enjoy life, smile more, laugh more and don’t work so hard on things. Life is not always beautiful, but it is a beautiful journey. Life is beautiful because it is not final. A man who dared to waste an hour of time did not discover the value of life.