We met again
Very beautiful
So real
So love
So happy
Dear friends
I always remember you simply
With words that sometimes do not get delivered
Flower to the beetle that became Honey
I always miss you with earthy
With language that sometimes can not be arranged
Caterpillar into a cocoon that becomes butterfly
O my dear friend
Look at the stretch of the expanding period
Road by road straight and bumpy
Let us strengthen the legs, bend arm
keep stepping to the light
2018, March twenty seven
Will not be repeated
Such a beautiful and bright Sunday night
