In Red Dust, the blues for you, as I have a lot of people do it: you tell me bad, I would not Hello.
Red Dust, she saw sad to see lonely, to see their long hair dyed the mountains of the eolian dust, still persistent smile, so I smiled.
However, the Red Dust of love in you, because there is you, I want to let go, could not bear to throw away!
Does this sort of sentient and distance implies that the world of mortals have hoodwinked our once simple and pure spirits?
In the world of mortals, he stands straight holding his head high, with his talent as profound as the sea casting into a new pen- point.