HydrangeasAzules
I was a blue hydrangea for you, with thousand petals per second going out of my mind... for you. Now I fall while you cry a manner to make I be again a flower. But I'm only cold rain now, even if I would wish not to being it. I promise, I'm the rain that make grow up other flowers, flowers that you will can see and touch in the future, when you find your happines. Because I have stopped being a blue hydrangea for you.