Do not know since when the wind has always told myself to myself: don't cry anymore ...?First look look back nor were several times the wind really smiling, now look first to find nor remember ever cry with those feelings...? Wind of the old days is probably or sad, or wandering in the rain alone, or find about with night ... But the Wind of yore is not deep and thick, the Wind of yore has at cruel, cold but felt the pain, not the bottle of red envelope and straightforward, not indifference, as cold Wind of hours hereWind of yore at least jokes, little said, but not without people understand themselves, such as Wind by now though said many, many jokes nobody can touch deep inside yourself to your fears far away, hypnosis man.There have been what happened with the Wind?Why now did not cry, can't love, can't hear his own feelings anymore? . . .Wind now no longer know the pain but not able to love. Wind now want to stop but could not stop anymore. Wind now crave an empty House to rest but not found. Wind now ... is the Wind that ... no longer can return as the old days anymore ...Close your eyes!!!Wind God... don't cry ... Wind ...#Gióơiđừngkhóc
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