Whether tucked away in a pile where the story once we write both
Are hidden behind the blazing sun?
In the hallway - the hallway quiet night?
Or flown just follow the flow of the wind in the afternoon?
Ah, or may also flow with the cool dew during morning?
May be
A story that once we expect to be a legend for us to tell our children and grandchildren into a fairy tale to sleep - our grandchildren.
A happiness that will be forwarded by the descendants after us.
Bittersweet our journey, the future will be continued by our heir.
A legend of the two people who always lulled romance throughout their lives. A legend about two lovers are separated by only a sprinkling of flowers on land inhabited by one of them.
A legend about a man who spends the rest - the rest of his life with a woman who faithfully clutching fingers in times of sorrow greeting.
A legend about a woman who always wash sweat man fighting for the continuation of life.
A legend about love, struggle, and hope.
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