Butterfly Love Flower Akiko

Drunken leaning on the railing wind dancing, looking at the broken sun, it is difficult to distinguish where the soul returns, the sky is autumn and there is no way to count, who can join hands with the red dust road?

Dreaming of waking up the lone lamp with wisps of smoke, frowning, busy embroidering flowers and writing, deeply afraid that next spring and mistake, a lovesickness can not be complained!