October 01
Desert, my dream.(unfinished)
Every time when I saw the endless desert, there is something deeply touching me.
Ocean is also endless, also dangerous,
I would call desert ""ocean of mysteries".
Sand is solid but it will vanish in hands just like water drift away.
I see the shine, and the warmth hug me.
How many stories she has buried underneath?
Maybe we never have chance to know.
Can we ?
Tools 
+-+Windows+Live&referrer=){kind=small}
