In my spare time I like to read, play my DS, or hang out on the computer.
The place is full of sorrow;There is no joy, no song. There is a valley without a flower, feeling the wind go by. There is a riverbed without water, forever and ever dry. Everything seems so dreary; it feels just too airy, But on the hill, there's a small wildflower that never cries. Because hope is what it lives on.