What is freedom? It seems very far away. Hyacinths bloom in early spring, waiting for the arrival of windbirds. On an early summer night, a bullet passed over his head, and a wisp of mint fragrance entwined with the breath of wild roses, flying farther away to find true freedom.
Intention: Everyone will wait for their own salvation
Reader comments
Woohoo, the contrast between the wind and less medicine is so cute, I can do it
I felt inexplicably distressed when I saw the back
Woohoo, the contrast between the wind and less medicine is so cute, I can do it
I felt inexplicably distressed when I saw the back