The Fairy Tale of Oppelia" Ringtone"

chapter 105 "Trash" (dull paper garbage)

a meaning of the book that is only one in the story to defend the heart that is painted a name will be present on the side of a little bit of magic and can not be replaced in the charm of real life because of the dreams created and born only in a book write your name and if the beautiful dream of your name with blue ink covers your beautiful writing that happens is just where the black line or "black LINE" is located" the destruction of your white sheets and beautiful writing are now buried in a meeting of piles of regrets until the wait

the true story is now too deep in the desire of love with you until the dream sheet written once is now dull and untouched

" I once knew someone who was very meaningful and important in real life but had no power to judge and have a dream carried away and painted in a memory book wanted to be with him but when so many varieties of poetry, dreams, songs, tones, verses, and so on, beautiful is forgotten only a moment from the fact when he who I do not love him who I do not like dominates the desire of love that I have "

I opened my door wide to wait for you to come back

the presence of the coming , he said, as well as his hatred (cuek)

I open the sheet in this book to see you

I miss her beautiful face in my dream painting

time teaches for free in asking the unreal

not that I gave up waiting for your gift in the book

the window of my house painted the face of waiting to expect it

mind and dreams should not create rainbow colors in a smile

only in the story in the book does it look beautiful and luxurious

the treasure I had was buried in that warehouse

the story in the novel leads to love and a sense of charm

treasures that have only flickering dreams and minds in books

last night the full moon was so beautiful not cold but the heat all became heavy and so deep that it sank so deep without being able to rise again like in a well hole that there was no rain and flooding but water it keeps forcing me to stay in life the longer the longer it takes to fall asleep already .

miss the moon ( 🌒) in his firmness makes him the star ( 🌟) in the promise of waiting for a colorful smile rainbow (🌈) that adorns a snow-white hill with a rose garden( 🌹) in colorful color pattern within the border of the black line on the edge

the frog who can only crawl sees so dark the sky that God deliberately gave but when the Hudus (light) illuminates in the day until his waiting in the determination of dreams and his ideals are so beautiful luxury in his diary because love was lighting a fire without burning goods with the torment of the smoke is hot because of the scorching heat that burned the tiny body of the frog who just kept dreaming of the beautiful sky and the sound of droplets of beautiful pounding rain water passing through in his mind quenched the heat of his body until his dream jolted up there so much water fell to the earth that the frog began to think of the lake in over the real rainbow so vast and beautiful because it is close to the stars and the moon as well as the rainbow frog dreams of playing on the bridge of the rainbow color bridge as if able to bring him dancing nari to want his form the frog dreamed of the stairs of a lake in the world that jutted up there when the rain was so very heavy he again believed that the flood would take him to the beautiful sky to the full in his waiting while the heavy rain was troubling everything

the flood took me flying looking down there

the flood brought me across your city

the charm of the heart and soul conditioning that has been eroded

the flood protected me from their ferocity

the beauty of nature docked hard for the story

he who is small means nothing without you but his determination means more than him

not tough in doing his status in the warm sun deck

now the frog who wrote so many stories in the book that you washed away

no longer wanted to write a full story about him

you've washed away the treasure he's got

even if that's all he has

every rain and flood without fear of reaching for it

although tiny but he believes in the sky there is a vast lake

the rainbow color bridge awaits him

the flood brought him a little closer to the sky

FAIRY TALE OPPELIA RINGTONE HER "EWA" PART 4

BY: MAD COWS