son ...
Tomorrow morning and onwards no longer require you yells ....
to prove how much you really love this house ...
There is no longer any hope for you to serve and understand our purpose ...
... really at that time ...
Every glimpse of our eyes really feels full of prayer ... Even though we are sinless dissolved in joy Ananda
Really all and what happened yesterday was just a story that you brought ... and even then only a piece of paper as the image of our journey ...
Try you daydream too high, Enough you leave for your little brothers a little story ... so that we always tolerant
Sometimes we hope that we never get old ... maybe if later we meet with your replacement with a much younger or even not the same ...
... child ....
Forgive us ....