In May of 1997, the meadows of Stockholm were covered with lilies of the valley.
A Swedish boy selling paintings on the street has been watching over a foreign ghost for a long time. They looked at each other in the storm corner of fate, one was speechless and the other blind. This kind of fatalistic despair and watchfulness was secret and unparalleled.
The dumb servant knows that the lily of the valley in May is the blue of melancholy.
The moths from Ithaca came across the dark sea of wine, and the wind from the Norwegian plateau searched and finally landed on the grassland of Stockholm.
Mr. Lan, is the other side of the sea still the sea?
"I have walked behind the sky, and the blue of happiness is bottomless."