Summer afternoon 2004.7.31
Summer afternoon burnout mood I sit in the beige curtain, I want to write a poem.
There will be a fragrant fragrant after the rain, but I don't have my footprint where I should find me this poem.
The air is so cool, I miss the bamboo chair, you may be the poem I am looking for.
There is no white sun, and the mood when I am singing, I can't write the poem.
