The sky was dripping water

I believe that the sky was dripping water, so blue. The bird will not be drowned? Puckering of the brow to light touch of your anxiety, slender fingers pinched my pain, but I know doing a prayer, soul and hope to have a better effort. No, they have to do your own boat clouds too! You finally let go of his hand, took a deep breath, looked at me softly, and then cover your long transparent eye lashes, like fear of inadvertently being what I found you. I understand your comfort in the words of my sentence to complete their little good to pray. Your happiness gently against my chest, as if an orchid in my arms down, down went the UFA as the night gave me the unlimited realm of poetry, I touched it, a sweet and gentle they mean to me Touch the tip of the arrival of a body, so that a feeling of a dream of happiness my breath cable system.
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I always thought that a person is too persistent, you will casually into some thoughts in, or some things inside. Like me, if not the guardian of the village that gave birth to the hope that I would not fall into the trap of endless wilderness. However, I also dedicated to that: the eyes of my heart has been tightly grabbed the strongest nerves Flanagan village, as long as there is one point insisted that there will be very much hope.
Wind, it seems more powerful. It traveled to every corner of the village. Those living within the village or the village everything outside, after being blown off, will the vicissitudes of a return. Also includes me. I often feel that they have been another full of wind erosion was solemn, and then eroded under the debris left scattered another time and space, never pick back. In this way, I completed a life against the change. Sometimes, I would say to myself, in fact, the growth rings of our life come from wind. It is a person blowing the old, old blowing a village, every village will a tile blown by the vicissitudes of youth bear the Junli, and then in a casual all the time to thoroughly uprooted. As a result, I believe that every person is a dead space in his life was not the old self, do not accidentally fallen, and he certainly tried to struggle to get up, but the wind has been tightly sealed his head, finally, he had only to give up - I tossed away in the wind?
I think even the four seasons to follow suit on.