Look, the traces of growth wrap around my life, carving my seal, counting me, counting you. The past that I can't live with. One is the cry of the baby. The second is learning the game. The third is the story of youth. The fourth is meeting you by chance, understanding this you. Being addicted to this, you pause time. Continue... -----Song: "Telling of the Rings of the Year"--------------------------------------------- A newbie, please review, please leave a message. Hold your fist! ! !