Those tiny little feet walking down the sea sand on the misty morning leave the space between the sea and the ocean just to see his eyes deeply broken.
Those tiny little feet always behind me, even when I was about to cry, or when i was just staring the sea absentmindedly, the little tiny feet always save me.
How I miss my tiny little feet and see him again to greet.
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You will see him again one day
for sharing