When raindrops fall,
rivers are formed.

When teardrops fall,
epic poems are born.

The weather was cold and dark and the road was covered with Snow
Only you could see the footprint of a smuggler running into the cabin while he was panicking in the snow,
A cottage near there and I tracked his footprint into the cottage.

the summertime season is a great climate,
The one which couldn't have anybody enjoy it in another season
And breathing The springtime climate,
is a choice that might have absolutely each person reveals in oneself
The scent of the moisture and the muddy soil imbued with the rain Falls

A ******* the street,
With the breeze and accompanying
was looking for a small dream,
A dream that in its early years have become walking the holes of the streets.
The girl's feet were wounded by the forces of the time but
she was very determined.
Yes! Her little dream was as powerful as her laborious hand;
She was harmless, full of poet's feelings, And such an ocean of goodness.
And her kindness and her little dream had been the talks of numerous girls.
She modified into naked feet
And wearing Torn clothes.
she modified into ambitious with a hint of childish dream in her hear

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A reminiscence of the cold and snowy days,
I had become lost in the arms of the night,
Quiet and arid
waited all night
wrapped completely in the dark
loneliness is given to me and only my one company
as I was lost in the vastness of the night like a pigeon
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is a low-pitched whisper
And the ability to appreciate the lyrics?
time has already passed within one nightmare
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awoke the next morning
feeling energized
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A flashback to the cold and snowy days

A very windy night
The wind howls, whipping against the wooden window
where the spider has woven his web,
and a trembling silence fills the air in the cottage.
The shadows have been summoned by the night,
and the light fluttering has been seen for miles.
Every dark, a young man walks down this silent road,
already familiar with the paths.
The rustling of the leaves through each traveler's walking shifts the night silence,
and the wind runs straight and knocks on the cottage door.

I woke up and remembered it was my birthday
the 29th of December!
I knew I will have a good day despite it doesn't get celebrated
I knew I would have fun in any way
I gave a big present to myself and it's called happiness
I didn't celebrate my birthday because I couldn't afford it
I saved up my money bit by bit so
I paid my family house a quarter of the rent
Even if I never got the present I would have still been happy
And my birthday ended inspiring
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life becomes a challenge when you walk out the door
never knowing what your life has in store
will there be something good happy bright and gay
will there surprises that will take your breath away

we just never know which way your life will go
all that you can do is just go with the flow
take as it comes what will be will be
what life as in store you have to wait and see