Since we are all broken-spirited travellers on this lonely planet, what need is there to have known each other before we meet?
My dear, I have to say goodbye now! I have to go with the summer wind to find out the meanings of life, to see why there are so many flowers on earth as charming as you! When you miss me, you might as well take a look at the wandering clouds; floating like them, I'm traveling everywhere. When you see a shooting star on a darkest night, you'll know it's my life~ ...
Updated 08-20-2010 at 05:51 AM by angliholic
Day in, day out a young lad hangs on, digging a fountain of spring. Tick in, tack out he appreciates every tingling in flowery spring. Day out, dusk in petals are all falling out in the evening. Snow in, white out Rosy glow has all faded out in the sighing.
Updated 08-19-2010 at 03:54 AM by angliholic
When Zephyr calls, the wind bell, hanging from the ceiling, will ring. When you visit, my heart, pining away for longing, will sing.
Updated 08-18-2010 at 07:44 AM by angliholic
The dark sky is fantastic, through a misty eye, as the deepest blue water, with pearls scattering everywhere, as well as enigmatic as a blue jellyfish, a will o’ the wisp, or a whimsical wheel, glowing and floating alone in the boundless universe.
A casual glimpse may leave a bruise on your delicate luscious skin. At the thought of holding your willowy body in my arms, from head to toe, I tremble! Caressing your silky hair softly with one hand, I strum your heart strings gently with the other when we start to play Spanish Romance, the forbidden game. Ah! The melody you're humming is so sweet, so alluring I'm tingling ...
Updated 08-17-2010 at 12:08 PM by angliholic