Pot full of sweet smell of jasmine to escape7 Dec 2011
Cirrus clouds in the sky sits far Shu, a little bit of the setting sun fall down, dusk a little bit of consistency, I think there’s a hint of sadness. Summer evening the wind gently brushed my cheek, I don’t want, this comfortable and cool.
Pot full of sweet smell of jasmine to escape Jeremy Bentham who, I don’t want, this enchanted.
Shop, purging thousands of glow in the sky, I don’t want, this magnificent poetry.
I think blocking all my thoughts tonight I’m going to see him.
I’m patiently waiting for the night a little bit of all the color to Dim, it has full, Moon climbs up the starry sky, then I let the stars be my eyes, the Moon is my soul, silently to his lodging.