Wounded Bird

Beloved cheeks do not fall on folding. Successful attempts to smile are always visible. At the end of the day, the darkness of darkness is like a dark night. All of them are dissolved, only exist. There is no shortage of money , but at the end of the day the face of bird has faded with drakness.

Beyond the sight of the waiting long distance! Just like all the lost tired thirst is a traveler who has lost everything in the way?

Yet the strange dream of bringing a new dream and reality across into the cheeks.