Walking on the land under your splendid, the heart is like a floating dandelion seed, humming the most beautiful children's song in the heart with the pure and soft light, drifting to the place where there are mountains and rivers and childhood memories and maternal love, recalling your waving a sweet eye and a word of remembering the expectation of going home and the concern hidden in the bottom of the heart, gradually we all grow up naturally, all over the north, south, west and east, taking root on the suitable soil to grow a smile of fruit, Looking up at the distant cosmic space, there is the warmth and splendor you left for all sentient beings, and it instantly turns into an ordinary piece of music with you and me, and plays the praise of love together with the flickering light.
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