Everyone in their own lives alone in the winter. In fact, writing is not good, just like, so will think of writing. I will see it again, thinking about what others see or like, or frown, or not look at it at all.No wonder, because everyone is human. I wrote a sentence before. Each also remnants of the human soul, or also that everyone has the soul, but the soul fit, or special soul. Night life, Kabukicho, disco dancing and drinking wine people do not sleep, it also has a soul. And the sun can be friends, can and flowers whisper, tilted his head with a smile and I can talk, I like soul. Treat each person, depending on their own. And everyone is their own. Remember very much, anyway, it should be the end of the semester. I firmly remember to Care, to know how to empathy, to learn to own one. In fact, everyone is a unique presence. 360 vision has 361 kinds of views. Good life, to see more playing time off work to escape the sun. More than in the cold night to give a person the moon encouraged.