When I was writting in an endless way to ponder over
It was entirely a new direction for me to step in

It was then, at a preparation of the get gathering
Alot and full of the sweet stories has happened,Meanwhile,
during the grandmother plans of a party to the house.
Once , and an object to the day before.
A lengthy hour prevails a new friendship.

In my mind, A beautiful way to flourish is it,  for me.
Prevails a strive for thee.
Life's and its all about a story of success for me and thee.

I, on my own, having an objective,,,,
Of a ship and a master,,
Whereas I'd find of any ocean
of a still and peaceful.

Childhood narrates an unfulfilled story of a non-present years
In my fantasy, I wish that voice of the sweet pieces of the childish. stories.