摄影部落

The little flower lies int the dust.
　　It sought the path of the butterfly.
　　I am in the world of the roads.
　　The night 链接es,open the gate ,thou world of the home.
　　I have sung the songs of the day.
　　In the evening let me carry the lamp through the stormy path.
　　I do not ask thee into the house.
　　Come into my infinite loneliness,my lover.