February 14, 2010

-re-

-re-
i was born when the crescent starts to shape its own form.

the blue and the bright space

the sky is a glamorous festival
yet the blue and the bright space
is too pity.
'cause the the world night parade
still hide at the east shyly...

a man among the madness

sometime people need to peek through a tiny hole,
to know things around them...