Every note has to tell us something.
Every beat, every breath we take, is this music, we live by her rules, that follows the nature.
The wind blowing, the sun shines, the moon rises, the flowers are moving, every beauty that stays still, every treasure that we didnt took.i know it will disappear someday, but till then, nature's control, the music, will treasure us all.every motion, can be our very last.
We will diappear someday, but untill then...let's hear the music, the creation of nature.
