She is coming

She is coming

Sha Yan

Anything unexpected

She is coming

That Chinese woman 

Forty something

She is not rich, but she is easy
She is sweet

To me, an unforgettable night

She wrote her poetry

I wrote my poetry

Memoriful of love and merit
I started to miss her

In my spare time

Letters danced

She is there, real

I want to try a little harder
All the time

She is not that attractive

Tender heart believes

She is a woman, forty something

I fell, fell into her, tender souls