He Became A Man Selling A Flower
Then, I beg the 2nd 500 years at the moment in Bodhisattva again, this generation, I should see him every day. Bodhisattva looks at me silently, I am answered sturdily look at her, do not change oneself mind. sansei, he became a man selling a flower, want to pass a little bridge every day, I am the lion of a stone of that either end of a bridge, recently when, he ever was in tired when recumbent I am small rest, I hear his breath. I want to be wind of his fan fan more, brush brush sweat, , eventually … Continue Reading