The light of paradise faints every time you get across with the unwelcomed people of manhood, sneaking their faces behind this door of nobody, watching and reading your résumé from exotic, sad and faraway location, dancing on you, not with you to deliberately fulfill their desires, demolishing your soul with untruthful and infancy stories which had never been existed by Gods¿ Goddess, neither recounted nor invented in literature, trying reasonably, deliberately to underestimate your life to be in the lower rank of being as a normally Groom who lives faraway from this light of mine .