I used to smile at people as if they were my acquaintances. Happiness is like a cake on a platter, one cannot cope with it. I'm used to smiling at people, and maybe quite, In the hour when I'm unhappy, someone will smile at me.
Vi använder cookies och liknande teknologi, inklusive tredje parts cookies, för att förbättra din upplevelse, få personligt innehåll, analysera trafik och användaraktivitet, och för marknadsföring. För att få veta mer om cookies, läs vår Cookie Policy.
I used to smile at people as if they were my acquaintances. Happiness is like a cake on a platter, one cannot cope with it. I'm used to smiling at people, and maybe quite, In the hour when I'm unhappy, someone will smile at me.