subject: keep tears in the eyes [print this page] Night and the cool. Night and the cool.
Out the window, misty rain, autumn breeze, humid air exudes a touch of fragrance. Falling in the autumn wind dance is a busy last, cleared the last trace of fragrance, the petals of tears, who see see? Pick up in the hands of the petals gently, quietly gaze, and behold, when the flowers bloom beautiful, charming whose eyes? And now, whom wither?
Falling rain, one after another, the sprinkling of a land Canhong.
