He is raindrop. Everyone looks up on him, everyone waits and when he arrives, when he sing or play the guitar, the lips of those who wait will automatically form a priceless smile. He simply gave satisfaction to everyone in everything he do, in every move he take. And I am one of them yet I don't regret it. I just love the fact that I love him with every song he make and every stupid dance steps he take. That raindrop saves the rarest flowers even not him knowing.
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