And I disdain those who next But next to me Grew up and became a tree Foliage to ignore my existence All of the sun were to him rivalry This is okay! Take that to withdraw from Le carpenter That alone Buddha Prince Phi Rochester Are relying on the cross or the bodhi tree is not Support you to stand up Of course I am not the kind of sacred I was a cut branches to the leaves Arm bracket made of cut limbs Specifically for that kind of people connected to the blood Specifically for you that kind of wind and rain 2006.1.13
So generous and charitable spirit is our life's happiness index. Confucian benevolent love poem to make the table. (Long pole)