I am lachrymose moment cries, want when to laughing, laugh, want all these to stem from nature only. I do not beg profundity, beg only simple. Of the corner lichenous and mottled days, your grey-haired, furrow is your most beautiful place. Memory is the beauty of life, he is symbolizing hasty and the life that go is medium sweet brook, always be mellow alcohol those who sleep soundly is quiet, the secret in the heart; But the instant that also is angel devil at the same time, sea blue and dark eye, the Yucan that disappears solely during, can see clear face.