Many remember crying with grief. Filled the realms of wishful memories. Is there anything in there forever? There are no such flowers fade? Then grief will pass. As many times have separation. In my heart forever...

Sadness desert. Author: Quoc Hung Nguyen Cao. O night desert called solitary. Silly sand creased Stargazing. Loved, grief themselves someday. Vanish along this desolate sadness. Moon shines cold shadow white sand. ...