Fall leaves, chew warmly the luminosity of my boiled rice. A thousand tiny white fishes, such as if boiling water color. After all, at the time to toast, we will remember that we have lived.
Fall leaves, chew warmly the luminosity of my boiled rice.
A thousand tiny white fishes, such as if boiling water color.
After all, at the time to toast, we will remember that we have lived.