Long songs

Along the summer's breath, I don't know if it is a doomed or artificial arrangement. A stone is thrown into the pool, causing layers of ripples...

Only the lotus leaf is willing to accompany her, silently bearing the heat of summer. It was a memory that was sealed by temperature. For thousands of years, it was silently watched, but it could not bear the thoughts of the fingers. The smoke clouded, as if it was broken in a moment.

It’s not stained, it’s not demon. Why did she disdain for the world? What made her soulful, it was a long song of bitterness, and it’s a sigh of relief.

Not contaminated by the world. Who is it?

The third day: three thousand prosperous soil