The Wind Into the Pine: Night Thoughts

Residual clouds and twilight rain cover the slanting sun. Broken leaves fill the pavilion. The candle burned for a long night, looking at the hedge chrysanthemum, touching the heartbreak. Drink three more shallow drunk, alone dream to summon the lover.

The sound of grunts opens through the window. It seems to be sad. The old marks have not gone to the new traces, and this acacia and tears have turned into frost. If you want to understand life, you will be confused by the years.