Friday, September 3, 2010
The dream of the summer fades away fleetingly...
The eyes of various people watch the illusion of instant.
The space is ephemeral...
That is why. Anyone loves this brightness to waver.
The flower arrangement is golden decoration drawn in darkness.
The petals are scattered immediately.
And it completely becomes extinct.
The wind lets the branch of the brown willow hang over the universe.
Brightness is innumerable stars.
Even if the dream passes out of sight, they will be left in the heart...