Mountains and rivers and vegetation are not you are not like you you are my gentle wind hiding in the white moon tip you hide in the catkins laugh August wind will send you into my world. The stars sink to the bottom of the sea and melt in the underground glaciers. If the world is really in the paradise, I think there will be a sea there. The sea drives toss their wings and the wind blows through the waves.But miss is miss, I have to make up my mind to forget you.Break up always want to compou