Bill Kaulitz

The brunette stood by the window, sipping a cup of coffee. He looked out the window, desperately thinking. Summer, evening rain. The atmosphere of damp bad weather reigns, cold water pours from the dark sky every now and then, refreshing the hot day. A pleasant wind blows the smell of wet earth. Although he is a popular soloist of the Tokyo Hotel band. But sometimes he took days off to rest.
The boy loved the smell of rain, and the atmosphere itself, especially reading books at such moments. Bill took the book and began to read. Until he heard the sound of footsteps, he turned his head. - Huh? - He said in amazement.

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