My heart seems a haunted garden of rose
And you're the only butterfly who made
its unfancy fragrant flowers.

Thunder trying to frighten me,
Its lightning trying to hit me,
But facing them both made a great armur to face the most worst of them.

True friends are those who will not always stay at your back.

I would rather be an empty glass,
than to be poured of stagnant water.

Never never walk with the shadow of someone else