Had he been such a bad condition?
Looked like a drug addict!?
Might have frequently visited brothels!?
Was he really a rogue?
Was he really a depraved?
Was he really an insane?
Embossed inside his broken heart!!!!
Such a heavenly fantasy it was!
It was really an Ocean!
Than in a thousand words!
The battle for the heart.
Anthropomorphic she neither a Goddess now!!!!!
In order to attract bees!
When she adores a Khan?
Living in a thatched shed!
Was a crime, he committed!
Her ashamed of a pedestrian!
Questioned him for his support!
When she was punished by God!
Freakish dance of our rain goddess!
She touched my cheeks with butterfly kisses.
Who knew she should not spend her night a whole?
It was sweet melody her pit-a-pat upon eaves!
She left at midnight against my dreaming ears!
Where has our legendary emperor gone?
Journey to meet their emperor in the underworld!!!!
They’re all as sure to die as those unbroken.
The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.
the most intimate partner of life is death.
Don’t cry after my death, I won’t know it. Love me when I am alive.
Sometimes it seems the louder someone claims sainthood the bigger the horns they are hiding.
Every time you hurt me I apologised because I felt guilty for making you feel bad.
The Seven Social Sins are: Wealth without work.
“How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?
Hate is the father of all evil.