Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. - Arthur Schopenhauer

2012年12月8日土曜日

Everything Lost Its True Color



When the green river has frozen over, I'll cross the river for your footmarks.When the wind brings its true colors back to the world, You'll look through my eyes and disappear completely.

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