My description is : I used to smile at people as if they were my acquaintances. Happiness is like a cake on a platter, one cannot cope with it. I'm used to smiling at people, and maybe quite, In the hour when I'm unhappy, someone will smile at me.
I like: A spring-like kiss is when our lips touch gently, gently, and my eyes are looking for reflections of sunbeams in your eyes…
I don't like: Those who have given someone their heart and have not received anything in return often become heartless.