So adore thee,Green.You wouldn't tell us your leaving for there's nothing we could have done.So let it float,with you ,with uncle Jim, with thy girl you fell in love with,with the gardener engaged with your tiny leaves,with me and you and everyone in the world.
Autumn shall come. Water drops fell on the old house, in which lies you sobbing in the corner. Oh my little angel, it's a secret life of the miracle from wills of the nature. Never leave, as we just dance for a while, in the ball near the riverbank,where withered maple leaves keep falling into the ground.
Please pull down your hands,but who could be so resolute to drag your hands from feeling the warmth of the sunshine.We think it a granted case we will enshrine you into a wooden box like our best wishes inprisoned on the letters. We perish you like you are our lives.
I remember in the begining, the parents told each other, he belongs to us, we belongs to him.
With no concept of poetry or prose I'm writing, I merely know that I'm touched by this film: the Odd Life of Timothy Green.
When your life came to an end, your determine to send away your leaves fallen off your legs. Did it hurt, when it peeled and when you gave. Every time it dropped out , you twinkled your blue blue eyes. Every time I sealed it in my heart.
What a beautiful story to listen. Only Disney could imagine such a miracle.
Timothy Green,a boy born in a garden ,a boy with leaves on the legs,a boy burden with grieve when he leaves,with happiness to spread when he exists.Only a few days he is there on the world,but hush ,cast yourself into the wonderland and you shall get intoxicated as me.
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