I wake up late in a morning in spring
the birds are singing everywhere
last night I heard the wind and rain
I wonder how many petals have fallen
the moonlight looks like the reflection of ice.
I raise my head to look at the moon.
It reminds me of home.
I bade you farewell in the mountain
In the evening I hold the wood.
miercuri, 22 februarie 2012
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