Once in the abyss fire house, I was in the Himalayan highway.
Today, when everything is hot and cold, like flowing water, and in the distant endless desert,
I saw the truth of this net world:
I saw the bright light everywhere, I heard the whisper from the distant horizon, smelling the fragrance spilled at the feet ...
But all this is unable to disapperate my heart's condense cloud ...
Maybe history always leaves something on a corner of our soul, you have seen it, but you can't take it ....
