when i back home to tjililin
i feel as a stranger
a lot of my best friends have gone ...
passed a way ...
that others waiting for
tjililin always as a lonely country
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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when i was young, i grew up here, in a silent country, in a cool windy hill, beside the foggy rice field .....
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