Wings of an Angel
I am at ease in the arms of a dream,
Which is a million miles, from the place I was born.
Although now, most of my days I spend alone,
When she wakes, she spr...
They say :the weather of June is just like children`s face , change all the time . Now is smilling , then begin crying .
Waited for the bus for a long time , buses passed the crowded st...