If you are the wind, I want to be clouds that follows you wherever you go.
I am that tree in the field standing thousands of years aleady to wait for the appearance of you, waiting for YOU passing and stopping for me.
I am living, I am waiting, I am giving up for you. Beyond the time and space, I mee you and I know I can not let you go. They say it is FATE!
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