Early hear "if the landscape of my heart, your eyes can see, I
will step in a lotus prayer" This song, my heart slightly shocked,
then they can not bear to release hands. Think about it, like
actually so simple, as long as it will be tempted into the heart.
Right people, right things, right things, even if it is small piece
of text, it will stir the heart of the lake ripples, it will lead
to some reverie, or build some strange dream. Others are not so, I
do not know, at least I had this idea.
In a dream to do for a long time, from the time until maturity
shy never stop over the years, perhaps a crazy dream, perhaps a
very beautiful bubble, but has no regrets. This is a dream, is the
landscape of my heart. I, stained with indelible ink splashed the
rocks, intentions Springs love Tangchu the stream, stained with
tears Acacia flowers, only to wait for you at the title in a row to
fill the gap left blank Soji.
I know that my heart is greedy. Greedy joy you give, you give
joy greed, greed you painted scenes of landscapes, more greedy
looks of your tenderness. The greed, erected in the heart of a
fantastic city, and I am with you is the master of this city.
I miss you, a brick, a Daiwa can shine out of your shadow; read
you, a wisp of breeze blow, a tree shadows can evoke your name. And
I was in the heart of the city within it, and think you are in the
horizon, read you in front of either a yearning heart flying over
marshes, only to find you passing marks.