Just a story..

Every single people dream about something...late in night..

And maybe next day, you do not even remember..

But if it's something nice, u will wake up with a little smile on your face.

And like this every little soul has his own dreams..

And when they came true they have they're little smiles..

But they are broken 2 pieces with every fanning breeze..'Cause they are at the beginning of the road..

And somewhere..not so deep,there's a place in your heart, where the wounds never heal..

So take advantage of every "little smile"..because "when the night fall..the wind starts 2 sing in a low voice".

And then...all the dreams and whishes will be wrapped in fog..

And they shall be forgotten in a dark corner...