the traveling RED BAG first pay a visit to a beautiful park were people sat down under a tree with the face held up to the sky..
a place were we could lift our thoughts of our life...

the park was full of the same colored bag gathered around, laying down and had some treats..
it all look the same,,those bag...
except,,the beutiful flowers with butterflies and bee buzzing around it,the soft green grass,the pond filled with beautiful fishes,the clear blue sky, brown wood benches, long way rocky footsteps..
all seems natural...
except those same colored bag,,once again...

the travelling RED BAG wonder around the park to look for the comfiest place to stay
then,,found a place near the pond...
the traveling RED BAG was alone and different from the same colored bags...
laying down,,with the face held up to see the shaping clouds..
the clouds shaped a different,,so insteresting...
so then the thoughts began to whizzed around on a cloud shape strawberry...
remembering it's favorite fruit...
so the thoughts landed on the dreams and long past stories which were kept inside the travelling RED BAG...

so,the travelling RED BAG open up the zipper...
and then it began...

long live STRAWBERRY SWINGS.....