It was a weekend evening, starry, and the wind is calm nhe.Toi located on the ceiling daydreaming sao.Bong course counting the space I see both as flushing sang.Trong glistening aura, he my gentle smile happily walking towards me.I watched breathtaking kindly face, pink and white hair of his beloved qui.Ong euphoria I still like: tall dark, casual uniforms and look fondly! I sat beside him, holding his hand, enjoy the fun coddled childhood like baby ... I want to ask these days he lives like? where is he? do you remember families do not ... I want to ask many things, but do not know where to start at all.
he told me the fairy tale that the old days he was so he ke.Giong: drooping rust, downs and asked am.Ong I about the task, checking the books of his brow furrowed toi.Doi to see me write the books pages crane tha.Ong not blame only considerate advice I try to study hard at me for a long hon.Ong by the look of tolerance and encourage aspirations le.Ong longer sure that he do unfinished, I just helped him turn it into thuc.Nhung aspirations he recorded both in paper nay.Muon do that only there are only learning path ...
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