This is freedom .. It is a long -term winter. And a person must move constantly, as we do now. In freedom, one must dance, it is cold and beautiful. But do not fall in love with it, because this will sadly grieve you later, as one is found in the areas of freedom except for all moments, no more. We have crossed the limit now. Look at the wonderful lane we are skiing on, how to melt slowly. Now you can see freedom as you die, when you open your eyes. In the future of your days, this scene that holds the heart will be many times.