There are some people who die a little bit every day. They become dead inside. They die when they cry for themselves, when they think their lives aren't important, they die when they hate the rain that doesn't stop, they die when they abandon their ideas even though they didn't even try, they die when they don't answer even though they know the question.
They die when MUSIC STOPS.They die when they love nobody.
Being alive means more than breathing...