When the rain fall
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind
Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep
Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid?
When night succeeds a sunset of dreams
– June 2014
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind
Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep
Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid?
When night succeeds a sunset of dreams
– June 2014
Good stuff Jia Hui. I’m moving back to Asia next month, hope to see you soon.