And hang the rain

It's raining in the lake. The water's changing. He was still in the lake. His face was as bright as a mirror. Paradise on the lake. Silhouette of clouds in the lake. A big universe in the lake. He was holding infinite drops. In this case, they fall into a peaceful sleep and fall into the lake. But falling drops, huh? They're hiding in the lake. And still the lake is blurred. The rings on your face. The mirror's falling apart. There is no sky, no old sky, no clouds, the universe of the lake. His skin is wrinkled. It gets old when it rains. Wakes.

And clean the rain to compete with each other on the lake. The future falls by looking at the falling drops. They want to be free. I'm happy with the sounds of the lake.

We're taking the sky to the lake, a little pride. Call the river like a lake. Magnificent lake, look what falls. See the secret power in the autumn, says someone else. It's raining in the lake.

He walked towards the lake towards the lake, walking towards the lake. Leaked from the dead drops of the lake. But continue to slow down as you progress, keep climbing. Declining power, enthusiasm. And slowly fall into dead drops. She's dying like a drop. He's joining the lake.

And hang the rain. Focus on the lake. Sky, clouds, lines are the same. Re-establish the world. He takes his universe. And the eternal dead drop remains there again.

LIFE

In the place called Earth, some men were digging, some were climbing. Trench houses, male houses, ditches in the ditch. Some of these pits made a grave. Some of these pits are in greenery. The men are climbing, the climbers are putting the flag in the mountains. Some of them lost skiing fun. Some would climb, take fresh air, travel and watch.