Every one love life because it’s a beautiful lie . every one hate death because it’s a harsh truth . We all know it’s indisputable one day every one will die but we believe in the illusion in words of soothe. Life is perjury . Death is validity . Rather we like it are not it’s our reality . We was born to die . we live to cry . We become curious and we ask our self why . The ones who says Life is beautiful , no !! it’s undependable because at the end no one  survive . The ones who is lucky become stronger . the ones who was stoke by life lives no longer