The rain full of dreams, scattered down, wet the pot of fragrant mint in front of my windowsill. I heard the misty rain and laughed like a silver bell.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was very young, which kind partner told me that rain fell from the sky and Sasha Vujacic was their story.

So I walked out of a fairy tale and walked in the rain so that I could listen to their voices.

Cheerful rain always shows their feelings, rhythmic drums, diffuse water mist and infinite passion for flying very fluently. They are scrambling to devote themselves to this huge feast, and they are madly gorgeous, flamboyant, flying and blooming between heaven and earth. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.