Saturday, July 14, 2007

I made a bag


I made a bag to collect my sorrows one by one.

If I left them behind , Weeds of my sorrows will turn into huge trees.

And soon they will have formed into deep forest.

I don't want to get lost in the thick woods to my way for home.

Throw my sadness into the fireplace,And let's make a cup of coffee to warm up.