Scenery without solace is meaningless.
But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.
Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait.
There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.