Not mend the cracks

 There ineffable who have not made that those who have made untold.
This time, I think, is the ineffable and not the mixed speech.
Any case, the time can only be silent . As the years always been like this.
face Ye Hao, Ye Hao escape, we are alive, and dead are gone. victors become sensitive to the victims will never sleep.
winners and victims in between is a place of life can begin. There strut, a petty indulgence wilt, a busy and have contented from the music.
each year as usual at this time will come. time, such as iron, like the eternal , or time, such as dense as water, regardless of how the concept of time, but as of this moment in time, a gap, and the suture not blood and pain bubbling out from here, so that people who have not experienced that this gap through the gap .
no one forget, the winner does not, the participants did not. this moment in time has become an exception, so it has become a forgotten law an exception. can not forget, this has nothing to do with the length of time apart.
June hyacinth Elegy
pray that I do not mixed with the sad tone of meditative prayer
my shiny metal
silent prayer flashed upon my soul weathered rock on the end of the wrinkles out
fault in the dark in the rampage of white hair in

practice in a stubborn old idea
angustifolia flower fragrance body scarred season

much time thinking nerve near collisions Muse heart pulse

experiencing unprecedented catastrophe dull numbness of grass firmly bind tightly
vines as long as the ideas still exist to this hallowed spot

practice I had peace of soul will come to the blog

hyacinth