Recall
The sky is holding a silver bell-like joy
The stream floats without evil smiles
Grassland grows childish hope
Those children are really joy.
Pepted in the tunnel of time into eternal
Building forest
Lasmark
Prosperous
That piece of garden belonging to the soul
Empty a fragrance in the distant place
Sunset
Take the night to become a soft in the sky,
When the bird is tired of a day,
A hard work
Found it in the smoke
Busy disappearing trace
Time is slowed down in the sunset,
Moon smile,
Waiting quietly.
