Peotrys, short ariticals and short novels. It's me- My smile doesn't make ginkgo leaves green? Or let the willow germinate? Open my hands, I can feel the air blowing around me. Close my eyes, The sun and drizzle are gently falling on my face; I will name every stray cat I met; and the flowers will bloom because of my joy. Yes, this is me - Come here with me My lips are smiling, my eyes are full of love, my palm is smoothing your stubborn black hair that is blown by the wind, my kiss is something you can't refuse- "You will love me, from now to forever."- because I am representing life.