My soul out from yearn want to touch that she faces

Get up, get washed towards the road to work.

I Sing the Blues, as if everyone around singing to me uneasy.

My soul out from yearn, want to touch that she faces.

Step stops, stares at me, hungry.

Cage Pack that distributed the vast white fog, Buddhism and all the magic into your shadow.

Ah, beautiful. But I have not had time to appreciate had dissipated.

I forget, I ever forget I'm only an ordinary traveller.

I drew in a breath fragrant breath, was wide awake.

To me telling me it is going to happen in this life wishes.

Tears of fog

Bit off of the steaming dumplings, to seek warmth of our hearts.