How many days and nights I remained at the edge of the world, how many days and nights to accompany only the lonely only bruised, ocean waves crashing into the beach, the sea breeze whistling a hit to me. Only the layers of ripples are still flowing at the bottom of my heart, awakened the dust thousands of lost dreams.
Standing on the sea, the air filled with the salty taste of sea water, the sky Sentimental, lonely light years where elongated figure, is also obscure in the next month. Wall flowers of the sound, but how far away from me, I lingered in the wall of the head, quietly waiting for the Wall of the Qing Ta.
Morning I am flying the pigeons, so that they look to replace my lost memories, looking for traces of lost, so I won the the sand. The sun from the east sea-level rises, the sea gulls fly freely. Then, I quietly laughed.
Standing in the world to another corner quietly waiting for pigeons to fly back a day every day in the morning I would open the door that south-facing windows, waiting on the only hope is to it. Dream warmth of spring, those fragmented memories began approaching, pigeons flew back again.
Eyes flashing with tears, after all, is not falling, in a long time after a certain day, I woke up, and heard that familiar voice, pigeons flying roses blooming season back, I am glad, therefore, tears finally fell down.
Area of the sky that the world may be, after all I am the only one person, and then I curled up in a small corner of the world, as Enron. So, I am glad that world there is a window visible outside the flowers, see coconut beating silver waves, visible sky and the flashing their Sentimental with crystal tears, so I turned to open the windows full of roses, jumped over the core wall ... ...