That summer is the brightest season. It always pinned down on my heart. When the sunlight penetrate through the glasses of window, it hurts my eyes. This is a new day. My hope is rising. Suddenly, the corner of my heart starts thrumming a little bit.

Maybe that’s because the wind wishper its name.
My puppy passed away two years ago. I still couldn’t forgot the memory that we shared from the past.

But right now, everything is fine. You are safe, no longer need to suffer. it might be living in a castle far away.

I always believe a place that exist far away has a strong power. When everything dies, hope begins to rise and hope means never die.
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