Tone & Sound

#53 [Sun sinking, nan]

[Recommendation Backsound fitting when reading this : Theodore Thompkins - Traunstein]

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If the moon is destined to be present in the morning, afternoon or evening, then what about the sun? It's not fair, is it? And to miss, if destined to just be something that has no answer, then what about meeting? It's just as unfair.

So the one who has the right of the whole universe arranges everything so beautiful and neat. Yes, although sometimes there is a longing that is not worth meeting, but like the sky that always needs rain to make happy little hearts left behind, miss it too. Just need to meet.

Warm embrace and many other things that calm the heart. Meet as one of the most magical. There is no doubt why so many people want to meet soon. So they can feel those hugs. Calm down in the heart. Peace in the soul. Thank you for those destinies that allow you to reap the meeting point. Thank ye.

The body was trembling. His feet were also glued up instantly. Tone until. At the last bridge point of a meeting. Heart's churning. That's Miss Ann. Who sat on a beautiful white paint swing next to two pots of roses that were no less beautiful as well.

Maybe he is contemplating, or lamenting a departure. No one knows. Because Miss Ann has her own heart space. But clearly, the look in Nada's eyes observed her mother's back from under the roof of the back house and between the wind that began to blow unusually.

Tone's feet were like millions of stones and his heart was like holding back thousands of water that was ready to spill. No. gabe. That miss can't be held for much longer. It's time.

A good time to meet. Tone breathed her. Strengthen the heart, then try to open the footsteps. But, when the footsteps began to climb the bridge of longing, the footsteps were closed again. Gosh darn. Isn't that?

The man gave a bottle of clear water to Ms. Ann. Before finally Ms. Ann stood up, then poured water from inside the bottle into the two beautiful rose pots around her.

Tone of wondering in the heart. That guy, my God. Sounds are very hard to guess. And was the friend and the chocolate that Bi Tina had delivered just now a Sound? Both words seem very familiar. Nan, what are you doing?

Those eyes were still looking towards them. Nada was still watching the Sound standing smiling looking at Bu Ann watering two pots of roses. Even that smile was on Ms Ann's face. Something that Nada hadn't seen in a long time. Happiness in that face, really. A very soothing sight.

Iganla. Isn't Miss Ann giving up a trip? But that smile, look. The smile was enough to explain that the departure was not all about tears. Because something that goes away sometimes doesn't always really go away. And from that smile, Nada knew that her mother had been sincere and reconciled to something. Smiling tone. Highlight his eyes still looked clearly at Bu Ann who was now seen finished watering two pots of beautiful roses and stood up completely.

But the glare of the eyes did not last long after Sound realized that Nada was looking at her and Ms. Ann from under the roof behind the house. Sound looking at the tone. Who was immediately surprised. His presence is known. Not even long after, Miss Ann also knew that. And immediately surprised and looked for sure towards Nada.

It's time. Missing not being able to leave now. The Tone Raga is getting vibrating. His heart is not broken. It's really time. He took a deep breath. Two drops of tears fell down her cheeks. Tone started her longing cry.

Next to the white paint swing, the Sound returned a smile. Nodding slowly. Like giving a code to Nada if this is the right time. Is correct. Tone understood the nod of that head. Nada understands what it means. The sound is right.