Good morning! Sometimes the hands are together, and the thoughts and hearts away, sometimes that thoughts and hearts together and hands behind the mountain, the river. Sometimes the wind snatches love to bits and will spread around the world, but it can and yes, pogubione that love, like autumn leaves claims it to yourself and in one place will blow. Wind ... or friend love and when it blows and blows chases pain and anger, but keep hoping ... I wish you a successful day ...