Monday, March 28, 2011

Sheng Sheng Man

 I put on the red raw silk hidden
spring evening

three decades old at this time the color

Shoulong as coming from the sequence between the white hair
born into a silent trance , and Tolerance Who wounds

addicted to listen to South of the autumn night

crack leaves this to the extreme melancholy vision
much like the deep and shallow lying still on paper
Sigh


I would like to turn the sky above the roof to the mirror now
fleet Love dressing

go goose snow fall and to
title.

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