September, what kind of season? Vague outline, mixed with a little bleak tone.
The sun, along the wall, one meter to one meter climb. Bana open sky overland to sway.
Miss, with the coiled bamboo. A long bamboo, read a long paragraph.
Bright, light read to harvest.
Fragrant Rice, broken a sweat sway.
The joy from the autumn, accompanied by late-night flute sound, soul-stirring ... ...
September, the voice of a dream to start a ground-breaking. Bit by bit memories, the creation of a clown, leaving the patch of blue sky in September. http://yvessaintlaurentshoessale.blog.com/