Now, this september, when I opened the window. I smeel something fragant, for a while I don’t know where it’s from. Later, when went out with my brother by motorcycle, I look the sono up and gooosh, they were blossoming.

Maybe, when the sono flowering, I feel like there will be something or someone, that will come to me, and it gives me many reason to smile, everytime. I hope so..

And when the sono’s flower are falling, I’ll sit on the bench under the tree, waiting for miracles.