Just take all the pleasures
that comes, don’t think of all
the tomorrows. There will be
something nice and pleasant
if you look for it in the right place.
We must not look for tomorrow’s
joy. We can’t find them tonight.
There are flowers that fold their
leaves but will open again tomorrow.
Don’t be shortsighted to sit down
and cry tonight about it!
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