Posted on December 16, 2008 at 1:00pm
Spring flowers, autumn wind, and winter sunset;
Blue youth, naively I once thought when I was young.
Day by day in season circle's song the windmill was turning ;
Year by year in emotional poems I was growing up.
Flows carried the time's story away and changed one
Just in the sentimental but first-wating youth
Yellowed photos, old letters, and faded Xmas cards.
You might forget the songs written for you when I was young.
Past vows were like the… Continue