Up The Mountain Again.

Up the mountain again. Tea arbor year has gone, change with the large hill, only I and many years ago as a man alone. Then, I saw a familiar figure came to me carefully, I saw a flower bell! I think somewhere heart melted suddenly, I want to cry. Boll and I sit side by side, moon on her face.
I looked away and said: "to leave his home for so many years, and now also as a person." Suddenly I heard a crying sound, turned around and looked, the tears of a bell flowers in the grass on a drip, given light light, the pitsound. The first time I spent so close to so conscientiously bell, bell flower face
In Yuet Wah’s Halo, the gentle and moving. In my eyes, the flower bell lowered his head, but somehow my heart throbbing, and she said nothing, I’m like to hear a thousand words, suddenly learned. I reach out and hold her hand, remember that year and spent bell, heart like a car back to the Han, the car Boll has