Greetings,
O, spring is coming by its life's calling. I hear the horn from back to front. Bring back the memories of flowers dancing in the garden. I see kids running around, playing and laughing in such a young voice. I decided to write a letter to my old friend, call them to pay me a visit. It's time to tell them how you prepared for the new life, and the new arrives. Tell them how much you love them, tell them the best story you heard from your mother. O, spring, please give me chance to let you stay.
my man,
The one, last ice breath
(I cannot believe my phone just pop out a notification, but let the unperfect be a mistake of bringing alive.)
