The life is full of black and white, I need some colorful things...
I don't know how many weeks are there in the whole life, which depends on how long we can live to some extent. There were power, passions and even the good attitude and concentrations in the world. I can feel it in words even pictures, which belong to some of my active friends. The world is full of color. But why do I only see the black and white?
I know I need to write with a good structure and make it possible to possess the real value of time...However, I have no worries about myself, because I've smelt the air of freedom...