My eyes are closed tightly, wide open when hearing the beautiful birds slug, in the loose slit of the loose wall, the wind blows like a storm ears, the sun began to rise slowly, the brightness of the sky began to look as soon as I opened the window of the room, I looked to the west , I saw a horde of flying birds in a vacuum, together flying in the air for feeding outside the wilderness, me, my mother with my family who pursue life in a hill full of bamboo, that's my childhood I can not forget, with my friend there I dream all the dream, I play with my little friend, I spend all my beautiful time while there is time, hope it becomes an experience.
Now that I have grown up, the one I was able to crawl and now I can move with my leg strength anywhere, I want the past to be repeated, but whatever the power because time can not be retired again, my friend is the one who gave me an experience, and on today we just leave the impression, my heart sometimes feel the longing in the wilderness like cries in the memory, often I wait sometimes uncertain, sometimes I want to end but not possible, my friend is gone, now I bring all what I know with my friend at that time, my childhood has passed, my present age that I need good care while I am still there.
My greatest wishes to faithful steemian friends, may you always be in the Divine Divine inspiration