It's just a box of pieces of a puzzle about a small circle of friends. It's about the lives, the loves, and the hopes. One by one, part by part. Hung up in the sky along with prayers. Until each of them can fly higher by itself.
The Sky
the Rain
the Rainbow
the Sun
the Moon.
All are talking in their own way. Carving their small footsteps in the history of time.
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"And now each of them can really fly higher by itself, and leave this house one by one...
We all know that this was, still, and will be our lovely house. Our history of staying together. Whatever; happy or sad, anger, hope, doubt... Ah, classical.
This really is a nice picture of us.
Staying together, in bounds.
A history is never disappear.
Here I am, staying in this house. And you still can come to our house. This is our house. Our.
You can come and you can go. Whenever.
But this home still be yours.
I miss you all so much.
hugs, and kisses.
Lingkarbianglala.
Sky is High-Rainy Train-Luna Lite-Dimii the Baby Sun-
and our lovely boy, eh... man... Uomo Arcobaleno
[P.s.: Most of the artworks used in this blog were taken from www.deviantart.com]
