Today I don't have to write, but I think writing what in my heart I felt, so I writeToday on the weekend I stayed in my room and is located on the scenic chairs outside the window. the rain and the wind. On the tree, the other birds are calling each other to find shelter. through the voices of birds, I guess that's the mother bird. the mother bird's voice has both the worry for the little flock.mother birds worried for her as I recall,I recall the day I was a little girl, I am happy in my mother's armsI do not know what is hunger, the thirst.By parents have changed for me.And then when I whispered to her baby back,Not to worry, not to think much about life.I think it's or,But it turns out it is digital.
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