We have hearts.
Begging for rain and borrowing rainbow to build colorful bridges.
The soul grows wings to fly.
Please join the stars to weave a galaxy.
The basket of the mind is full of seeds of happiness.
Out of the reach of the eyes
There is at least one E Long line.
And the idea of extending beyond the e line.
Thought builds a hut for the soul.
When the orange light flashes.
The hut is as warm as spring.
The mind fell into a deep sleep like a child.
Anyway, we have hearts.
Out of the reach of the eyes