Save me, Save me : paint with the green

Gathering told me by smile: return to the scent, you are still in, you are still the scent. Hollow amnesia, I couldn't resist. I smelt the scent. I smelt the people around me. memories evokes in much detail, in much drama and feel. I was in. they were right. Actually… it has been passing long journey years: but when I am here, when I am in, I let you flying, you the firefly find way into me. I belong to the scent. I belong to the sheep, once I drew simple and put it under the dust, to save it by my wish. I am not always dreamy, I am not always retrieving but when you friends talking to me: it is like more than dream.