Asleep on the bus, just feel tired. Although the window so warm, I always look forward to the spring. Trance, I heard people talking in the car, but do not want to open my eyes. I have another dream world . in the past bit by bit, though vague, but always return. can only be a long dream, has been crying laughed, unable to struggle. Friends say that this moment she was looking splendid cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms that, she was a beautiful spring also . and my heart, the flowers do fall, fluttering in front of what is dissipated? falling Sakula skies, the only fun of that moment.
reach the station, watching the people on board, disappeared towards you. I just wanted to stroll. the crowd and saw the hand of interlocking fingers, slowly moving. accidentally along the hand, looking for its owner. is the two reach the station, watching the people on board, disappeared towards you. I simply want to stroll. the crowd and saw the hand of interlocking fingers, slowly moving. accidentally along the hand, looking for its owner. are two white-haired old man. so happy, so that age, he can holding her hand. the wind of their white hair, traces of the years, bending their back, slow down the speed of their advance, but firm with them every step forward. in this life that, despite the re- big snow, wind and percussion are also closely linked to their fingers lingers. watching them talk, to hear the content, but could see full of love, are they to each other. look at them little by little away, behind a long long shadow sunny. I laughed, and told friends that I see happiness.
though just passing through ...
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