In a silent, we take the journey to nowhere. The last trip, in a fallin rain, that hiding my own tears, yours too. The little yellow flower looked so beatiful, even it is in a simplicity. The trees, the winds blows, the sounds of birds are whispering to our heart, tells us that it will be our end of story. The morning blue sky, turn into dark........ (10-04-2011)
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