Reflecting on passed time often leaves a bitter taste. Perhaps the main cause of this sorrow is the regret of squandered life in reaching desires sweet as midnight dreams. These sweet dreams kept us so far away from what we have, that in retrospect, we find life a cruel autumn that has stripped us from our sprouts. But, again in the epic tale of life in all eras, we ride the waves to the horizon and repeat the story with reaching to our limitless dreams. We will cry tears of joy. The life is passing… A special thanks to Rosa Matinfar for all her help and support.