Small bridges ----- written Tanabata

I was a curved moon

your body next to me quietly flowing

daily night ......



You are full of wind and rain thin mottled body

green moss and dust decorate your haggard face

After Past
how many footsteps hurried away

your giant body such as the arch-like daytime and still stands



pebbles can only say that I drift for too long

the distance

each flow through here always want to muster the hearts of the waves

your giant body solid character

ask more eager to touch your face

on board the numerous petals, floating leaf

countless small fish

But how many of these
Zaibu Dong Parting

how many of the Acacia


never believe in destiny

love right close it away like End of the World


birds are flying long grass, fragrant grass season

I play crazy scarred from my strings

Moon Road echoed from only I

to understand the music

Pieces such as v

Guys and Dolls in the number of your giant, tall and straight on the body embracing

shame they kiss away the sun went full moon

However, the full moon can make my music more sad


eager to flash floods, storm coming

hold you

hold me

or

the dream, entrusted to the next life

PS: harmonious, this article would like to give to the earth, the lovers, like: love, endless.





Maybe this time next year

not eliminate the Iraqi people that the emaciated woman
Nor curtain westerly
Since than the yellow one
Only of Tanabata Night
Will there be
Bluebird a late
Acacia message after I enter your dreams


I love bluegrass

to believe that love, no matter what we face is poverty, is unjust, a betrayal, or hate ... we have to believe that everything will fade away, only love will stay!


Six feet Lane Y

Tanabata no moon,
Stars dotted the sky,
Looming,
Milky Way,
Is the night sky idol,
The Magpie Bridge,
Emaciated body arched,
If,
Burst of cool,
Smoke on the West Side fly,
Fortunately,
Magpies can Xiang,
Worries for full,
Won temporary home.


Drizzle with Ripples MM

small bridges, dusty years, change the rock's feelings.
Unusual lanes, dream south, is engraved on the myth of the eternal.


Dusk Maple

the only love and world co-exist, as long as I believe.

Love is curved steady and, as persistent as calm, so endless ...