The doorplate is out of sight, one is unable to determine whether a jail or a lunatic asylum it is.
While who can see there stands wall six meter high, and steel bars as round as thumb. And there are none morning glories.
One can not determine also yet ,whether it reads charge or medical case, written in ink on a blank paper:
They cast stones to hit the heaven, move sand to fill the sea, feed fox to let be siren, and polish brick till a glass.
It is becoming dust and rust, after the moonlight has gone through the steel bars.
Be the moon a coin dropped from the heaven, I would select it's reverse each time.作者: 齐云 时间: 2013-12-23 09:11
