C39 Agglomerated dragonhill(part i)
Love letters travel and miss a lot,
Love to the depth but why;
Because of predestination,
Sing love-songs hand in hand.
On the 28th of April, the sun was as red as fire; birds were flying freely in the sky; there was no green in the hills, only larch trees in green; and in the fields, people were holding ploughs to sow hope: fertilized, planted, and plated, a busy scene.
On the hillside
