The flower is the beauty that grows from an inspiration

remember when we used to be together, and our days are always together, both joy and sorrow
We are different immigrants with different cultural ordinances. The ravines come from the land across the western seas, while I come from the eastern tropics. And met with the same goal of crochet life as the "hoe and gardening
Thus, we try our fate in the same place. At that time, we spent many years together treasuring each other in differences in cultural customs, in mutual agreement and mutual understanding. As for then, we are separated because our blood is each called back to our home country of birth.

I still remember you, and we are friends forever.
Let our friendship be maintained, even though the distance separates us far from each other, remember me, a friend of mourning wander Hive account@rezalhok