|from left to right: rara, ais, as'ad|
Easy to laugh and cry.
Never ever give up.
How hard to find it all at children when they are growing and growing. Somebody whispers: "Look at your self, can you find it?"
Then I realize, I cann't laugh and cry as often as children.
I find my self caught in fear and pain.
I cann't be honest even with my self.
I understand, how hard to be loved by everybody around me.
Sometimes I find my self easily broken.
Yeah, because I am not a child anymore