Once, when we are not far from each other , my dear boy..
And If you want to listen to my voice
I can tell you what about I am dreaming...
Maybe, I'd like to tell you some stories and be now and here..
Maybe I am musing of flying with you in the heaven..
Or only sitting on the land, taking your hand, near..
Just in the time when the moon is smiling and looking at me
And the clouds are slowly swimming in the sky, which is look like the sea..
When a nightinggale is not singing, but sleeping..
When the strong wind is not blowing
And the leaves on trees are not rustling..
You can only hear mysterious breath..
I can only see the dark eyes.
For you..
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