Silent, solitary, I step up the western tower. The moon appears like a hook. The lone parasol tree locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard. What cannot be cut, nor raveled, is the sorrow of separation: Nothing tastes like that to the heart. Li Yu
Silent , solitary , I step up the western tower . The moon appears like a hook . The lone parasol tree locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard . What cannot be cut , nor raveled , is the sorrow of separation : Nothing tastes like that to the heart . Li Yu
Okay once I get the rest of my comms done which shouldn't be too far from now, I am embarrassed to say the parasol is what is slowing me down 😂 I'll be opening three full body comms for 80k. So once I'm done with my last one I'll make a post 💜
Okay once I get the rest of my comms done which shouldn't be too far from now , I am embarrassed to say the parasol is what is slowing me down 😂 I'll be opening three full body comms for 80k . So once I'm done with my last one I'll make a post 💜