Like this, day after day, year after year, in the heart of the plant willow, meditation in the restless time alone reenex , gazing at the edge of the rush in and figure. Perhaps, only he knows patches of rings – in the joys and sorrows of the deep purple to bury it!
Occasionally, it may because of surging crowds in cold eyes and thoughts whirling about god; Occasionally due to the distance of the warp ray colorful love songs and look forward to longing. Also because of flowers bloom time silent sigh. Until one day, it found that once on his torso catching cicada young children has hobbled, taught his grandson catching cicada with vicissitudes of life reenex , sleep themselves unconsciously so old.