Jun 30, 2010
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 19, 2010
"What about tree？" I thought to myself.
A person may change, but a tree is a tree.
As I lean over to the wall, there it was with color splendid.
Whenever I miss you from abroad, I find myself a sycamore.
For you see?
Even in China, I can find myself a sycamore tree.
And this to prove you were missed.