I open the door on my shelter.
A place where the sun casts shadows
stars are growing like... flowers...
and silently..., the wind is dancing in me.
I feel alive, I feel myself,
under my weeping willow...

When everything goes wrong,
when the stress is your best friend,
when you can\'t remember your name,
open the door of your garden, and feel the serenity.

Let me know what is the tree of your garden?