He longs for the brocade of heaven
If I had the beautiful silk and satin of heaven,
Weaved with golden and silver light,
Night, day, dawn and evening,
Blue, gray and black brocade,
I will spread this brocade under your feet;
But I am penniless and only have dreams;
I spread my dreams at your feet,
Be gentle, because you are stepping on my dream.
An adventure story about the magical world. This article is a slow one. It is the first time I write an article. The writing style is rudimentary. Please forgive me for any shortcomings.
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Do you feel something you want to read when you look at the copy?
Pay attention to your body... The author's writing style is quite unexpected. There is a new situation after every turn.