She has a heart of diamond, hard and cold, yet beautiful...

It is night again and I wish, I could close my heart as I close my eyes...

People say, they write/draw/sing when they get hit, but there are times, when we get blue faces and can't utter a word to express our pains... 

Yes, in hundred years, there will be all new people, but should we let ourselves get burnt under the sun, waiting for the shade to come?