April 12, 2011

Others said so, I said too. Pointing here and there, while the Moon is always bright. Like the worn-out garment of Huang-Mei, Superfluous once again, painting feet on the snake. Grievance must have a culprit, debt its creditor, Name-calling is quite unnecessary, The green hills already have many corpses, Beholding grudge in the Light, then came the Dust.