When the in the rains and winds of years walk alone, I have a weak small umbrella, the rains and winds float to shake to win, shielding from wind to block rain for me. Ran into him on the first, he the high and big body is like a mountain.I depend up, immediately, top of head of a square day the blue is blue.
I threw away own small umbrella, drawing that to take him as the circle of center of a circle with concentration.Do dead color with the ocean, the youth does a pen, strenuous effort
pick to come to seven colourful sunlights to inset one a dream the scenery of .
One day, this scenery suddenly the image of markets and buildings in mirage sort ground disappeared.I open in the chilly wind and wretched rain long shut of double eye, had no eyes
Of sunlight, I just discover that once was like the mountain similar body to atrophied already.My heart soaks gradually thoroughly cool in the rains and winds, just think since that is thrown by me of small umbrella.
Exceed one that oneself delineates with meticulous care of circle, pick up that weak small umbrella, the my walks alone in the rains and winds of years.
No longer imprecation rain live an it is clear now, no longer expecting to go by car to go together.Remembers, don't throw away an own small umbrella any further