If not the vast sky, eagle can not soar. If it is not the sea, the fish can not travel. If there are no links to a string of notes, and the beautiful would not have played
When you started beating heart of a small note, it is accompanied by the song of your life is slowly ensemble. We use the most precious things in heaven and earth to another there is no pollution in the world of past life did not tell us the fate End. The moment we are dependent nothing can separate us, even if the order is the Emperor of Heaven, do you - mother, holding a heavy total body is sure to say \"no\"!
Department of you with a line of small Germinating my life, you like flying? No, that is greater than the creative kites. It is bound? No, it was confused in my life when the feeling of justice to move forward. You\'re always afraid that I fell, I always step by step, holding tightly to move on.
You put it on his waist line, it was feared that the I can not find the way home. Oh, dear mother, you also may be afraid that I have the sad little heart can not express, you use this life to live, I tied the wrist, the pulse of my beating heart to listen to my talk to convey your comfort .
Mother, for me up in your piece of heaven and earth that I always kind of brilliant, free, naughty. Tenderness sometimes you are not careful, you always endure the pain, a smile on my father said: \"He kicked me.\" So you met each other, we leaned touch the \"space\", lying quietly sofa, as I think of a better future, I completely forget about your \"impolite.\" It is solely your smile in the face of condensation, so that Dad can not help but to pour into the arms of you. At this point we note the three interwoven into triangular-shaped, mildly tuneful and the spectrum of the same song: love. Notes of each beat is so rhythmic, we shut our eyes and quietly carried away ... ...
I am going with you in the separation of the moment, we have two lives at the mercy of your courage and insist on. At the edge of life and death, you took perseverance - we have to observe a long car Sri Lanka, it is necessary to good living, but also to live well. Regardless of how the god of death and the inviolability of the sacred, you took resistance struggle. Even are also stubborn. Because, you know, you will have me.
Today, when I held on to your body rickets watching the horizon with the sunset, watching it slowly fall Lunatia light, I feel that you are growing weak. But I know that you are still persistent heart, because I hope that your life is full of fruit.