Thinking about what I did, what I do.
What I'm doing wrong... what I'm doing right. Do I did something right?
Yeah, I remember some of those.
The water flows so silently, but I can hear it's music, though.
That soft melody... that peaceful sound that make me close my eyes and forget my thoughts.
What I was thinking?
I don't care any more.
Lying down at the edge of the rive... in a middle of a magical orchestra.
I don't care any more if I can't find the pathway back.
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Your words are the complements of this post. Thanks for taking the time :)