. There was still a light on the ocean. It was waiting
to find the pipe. It started a journey. It was a memory
of my wife helping to pick up a pipe . I
was taking care of my sick wife
. Recalling the story of my
daughter bringing her boyfriend home
Recalling the story of my daughter's growth
The boat ride to school, the baby's pile of trees
surrounding the lush tree that no longer exists It's my
wife's childhood sweetheart, it's the experience of growing up under the tree It's the experience
of growing up under the tree After repeating, the warm hug
is that the ocean has not yet spread.
Finally, there is still a light on the sea,
but he used two cups
. The memory is because of the love like the ocean
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