Touching blown touches
What a day to remember
The seasons of love
The raw rings of a thousand words
Swiftly the long man fly out
Tighten and stay still
Sweeter than life itself
A gallon of sweat gush out
The eyes is open.
Tired wings will get tangled
Golden in the morning
Landed in the midst of loamy soil
Shielded into the promise land
Guided by entourage
Floating to the right direction
The journey begins
Limited time with pain
Sometimes easy sometimes painful.
