The world resembles the graveyard of a bouquets of flowers and piles of silks-rich multicolored decoration more Bury a dream to derive a desire again Escape, with white feather Go Bai Yun more in linger So yearning tile Er ascends a lake Look forward to a haven of peace so The soul always is roam is in universal The pine says misty brume ridges and peaks Time knock is worn years Thought beat is worn heart Draw near the line of loose knot cogongrass is so not simple Cloud evaporate has deeper intention in glow colourful That short brown wears the anchoret of the knot It is certainly between the cliff outside the cloud Gather is worn medicine of aid world good people With end person the wish that conscience goes to finishing the person that amount to I want to escape no longer Be fear of gear saw and intense blaze no longer Again long way also can lead to city and countryside What also can have the dak of my stop on the way for a rest and berth is terminal Even if the cold current that abrupt prevents not as good as Push me to the brim that be overwhelmed with sorrow I still believe There can be a warm spring after frontal surface Actually We are in all the time the cloud is explicit horizon Admire with its admire others to be inferior to begging all at oneself Quiet sureness widens the orbit of life The world resembles having dance carefreely more shed the cloud Sway the hope takes away darkness Search, with the bulrush of the thought Drill between fervent the world
On November 8, 2017 at listening to pluvial fast |
Orignal From: The cloud does not know greatly to be in
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