日子进入了一个虚幻的雨季.  我的眼睛发了霉.

睫毛上遮覆碧绿的苔鲜

...

Several pages were torn away by the strong wind.

happy. despaired. fantastic. dull. reading and

chiidhood cherishing.

all these have been experienced

by people quietly,  and the seems to stop during

these moments...

i am tired but i am contened.

...

too late...late..late...

Have I told you lately that I love you……