When the heart blushed with love and gratitude, when life does not spare it dream-like moments, then life picks for us the most beautiful harvests of destiny.

Then how can a spring not pass through the heart? How can autumn not pass through the heart? When those we love dry up, and names that meant life to us fall from the sky of the heart, carrying with them in the folds of memory moments that were written with rose water.

How can winter not pass through the heart? When you are alone and cold, they think you are empty, dull, and indifferent, and you, whose heart was full of life, companionship, and love, have been repeatedly let down to the point that you have become extremely sensitive to delving into any relationship.

How can a summer not pass through the heart when warmth surrounds us and the destinies of God surround us, so we calm down and relax?

When the heart blushed with love and gratitude, when life does not spare it dream-like moments, then life picks for us the most beautiful harvests of destiny.

Then how can a spring not pass through the heart? How can autumn not pass through the heart? When those we love dry up, and names that meant life to us fall from the sky of the heart, carrying with them in the folds of memory moments that were written with rose water.

How can winter not pass through the heart? When you are alone and cold, they think you are empty, dull, and indifferent, and you, whose heart was full of life, companionship, and love, have been repeatedly let down to the point that you have become extremely sensitive to delving into any relationship.

How can a summer not pass through the heart when warmth surrounds us and the destinies of God surround us, so we calm down and relax?

Seasons pass through our hearts, shaping us, shaping our moods and the features of our relationships, changing the curvature of our lips, caressing us at times, and ravaging us at other times.