A Soft Stone Smile of An Angel

How can a man live his life truly, if not to live to the last breaths with everything he has, that so he would be fulfilled. And how can we survive this society, alone, like wolves in the freezing snow, fighting till they fall. And how do each of us see this world, that still find the beauty of it, and smile, like that soft stone face of the rock angel in a cemetery, looking towards the void in the heart of human, still seek for the warm for lonely nights, oh lost.