What do you live for? Would you die for it?
Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
Even a falling star still shines.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I wonโt become still water.
It didnโt rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.