Nice. Hoho..how can that bird do that?

You know who is this old guy?

Flower of Life. Pink? Huh..

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I..
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Ps: I found this poem. I read it again and again. I found something interesting. One of that interesting thing is how to make option and how to not make option in your life. Sounds stupid, but i believe you know about that, right?

We know that we cannot be together. But its fine with me to be at his side forever and back up her with anything i can. Its difficult task compare work as spy or fire fighter job. Its better i guess. What we need to do, keep our distance and never let others people know about our feeling. But i know, its hard like titanium stone..

Ps: One question. Did both of us love each other?