《Thoughtless in summer time》

Wind is saying a secret about leaves both love sunshine and raindrop.
“It is hard to distinguish between guilty and morality” he says.
He just drifts about by no name.

If you want to conserve something that besides outward appearance, sweet and truly,
Who do you think the destiny in summer time is?
Is the cloud on the top of mountain?
Is the word on letter written by someone who beloved?
Is the shadow that faltering while wind’s blowing to the leaves…

“It can not tell.” The One continues to say who control the time should still or passing within the river of life.
“That’s my secret”

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