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Joy, literally is clear, is happy. Everyone is longing for happiness, but the desire, but more easy to lose.
Instead of writing music, rather than looking for joy, but the real happy and coming in many people's body, I can think of the most happy time, is only, a person quiet place, have their own, there is music
place, quiet sat there want to belong to own secret. Or take a favorite book and make a cup of fragrant aroma full of tea, lie on cany chair, bathed in sunshine, lovely cat in my feet in play.
Once, and friends together day is happy. In every place left traces of belongs to our youth, but really happy time and how long? Like a flash in the pan, instantly is gone, now I am not happy, so I could not
write a happy style, if the friend after betrayal can also write once the good memories, that knowledge is really not be desires by the superior.
The world is not everything is happy.