The joys we laugh
The hurts we gain
Fill with happy and sorrowful things
The night we spent together with an orange of dozen
We laugh in unstoppable we help the beggar,
to bless each beggars in the name of God
The pices of orange is the tears of family
and never forgetable The park we went with young of truth never lies of brothers and sisters, The night we do ugly faces,
and take a picture But you have sleep
forever,
till the world end but we will meet in Eternal life
DATE -7-8-18
TIME -8: 5 PM
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