Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? Words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul
The years are left to literature to create, or to savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset, the gain of warmth and cold, the heat or coolness of the world
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
Literature is beautiful, isn't it? The words that flow quietly flow through the heart, and then spread the body and soul, and the years are left to literature to create, or to appreciate literature and savor the change of shadows at sunrise and sunset
