In a corner of quiet,
There was a beautiful glass,
Along with The Times,
The reflecting pool with the world around them.
The long duckweed,
I do not know when
A crack spread on cup.
Sunshine, Dream beauty pro rain and snow,
Trying to make its healing,
Good can continue to quiet carrying them.
Time goes by,
Cracks gradually spread,
Like open the floodgates of cancer Dream beauty pro,
Until one year, one day, a time.
The glass shattered,
A sharp piece of debris falls to the ground.
This is the person's life Dream beauty pro,
The glass is beautiful,
But there are cracks,
Is scattered into individual wounding weapon!