Friend inmy heart I have a special friend.
She is a horse asnow horse who called Purple Haze.
Although she could not speak her beautifulblue eyes be like her to tell me all expressed.
When I first met her we were still young.
I was seven years old; she was just a little white.
But we play well.
As long as the holiday every morning I willbe in the courtyard blew my flute.
As long as Purple Haze hears the melodioussound will never far from the stables that ran.
We're going to run to the biglawn.
Sometimes take some flowers some broken twigs do sometimes on the purplewreath; on the back of the piper; sometimes.
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Day by day in the past I do not go backhome to play their studies have become busy things have become more.
Fouryears into the wind swept my face.
Until I came back home again changedeverything changed.
I stand at the door of the courtyard but did not dare toknock on the door afraid to come out to greet me changed; I hold cuise flutebut dare not sounded afraid of no white pony came to me.
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"Da da.
" A hairy face on mycheek.
Scared I look back.
"Purple Haze!
" I was surprised to holdthe white downy horse's neck "you are taller than me a lot ofhigh!
" Purple Haze also changed become mature; become big the onlyconstant is look in my eyes is still four years before the horse small whitepony eyes.
"Tick.
" My orbital too early tohold early in the eyes.
The tears across my face dripping on the floor a PurpleHaze face rub me comfort me but I saw that her eyes are also wet!
I a stand up jumped on horseback did notlet Purple Haze ran but let her go to the four years ago of the big lawn thelawn is not changed the trees are still.
I picked two Sakura tied in Purple Hazethe ear white mane.
Dismount lying on the grass sounded the early grip in thehands of the flute in the melodious sound of flute we seem to have returnedto the four years ago back to the happy childhood.
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With the Purple Haze I spent my childhood;I also with her through her childhood.
Childhood encounter we are bosomfriends; four years later goodbye still the same identity.
Like the big lawnthe big lawn that we used to go to in childhood!
Purple Haze my friend in my heart.