wsdrui
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I cannot hear, but I can hear the sound which the flower opens
The deaf person friend, we certainly has looked at the appearance which the flower blooms, but had never thought spend sound which opens I want to spend to open certainly am the voiced sound, only is we does not listen Afterwards, my sign language asked a perfect friend, asked whether she has listened to the sound which the flower opens Friend of mine as soon as gawks, shakes the head the expression not to listen She uses the sign language to tell me, the flower opens is does not have the sound Is silent I smile shook the head, with the sign language affirmed replied: Has! My also once jumped in the silent stage in own heart hope, liked flowered such, went all out to bloom in the heart dream The flower every time blooms a step, in airborne delimits the exquisite arc On in that flash, the flower in airborne cheers Each step blooms all sends out in the oneself heart the sound, because it and the dream footsteps have not been far The friend, is careful attentively listens, really, the flower opens the real voiced sound Because silent there seems to is the sound
The deaf person friend, we certainly has looked at the appearance which the flower blooms, but had never thought spend sound which opens I want to spend to open certainly am the voiced sound, only is we does not listen Afterwards, my sign language asked a perfect friend, asked whether she has listened to the sound which the flower opens Friend of mine as soon as gawks, shakes the head the expression not to listen She uses the sign language to tell me, the flower opens is does not have the sound Is silent I smile shook the head, with the sign language affirmed replied: Has! My also once jumped in the silent stage in own heart hope, liked flowered such, went all out to bloom in the heart dream The flower every time blooms a step, in airborne delimits the exquisite arc On in that flash, the flower in airborne cheers Each step blooms all sends out in the oneself heart the sound, because it and the dream footsteps have not been far The friend, is careful attentively listens, really, the flower opens the real voiced sound Because silent there seems to is the sound