xu chen

A long time ago, the bottle is just an ignorant without knowledge of wattle.Only in birds fell upon the moment he saw the plainer sky.Bottle greedy sucking birds boiling blood, hurt others, and finally found his ideal of love.

Long after the bottle in the sky freely soaring flight, but only above the clouds cast a lonely figure.Bottle to find but not their own direction, just remember to leave when the wind and rain, the wins and snow petals fall of silent.Also remember was that the branches of thorns, been sweet and salty thick liquid soakedThen but I do not know why, suddenly, wings and flight.