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Writing to heal my soul, it also reflects the voice of my soul


A routine morning 
I hear...
A shy bird singing yet keeps puzzling 
Like a lost flyer in a blind wind 
Searching its own identity 

It was once a dream home
"The pearl of orient”
Now the symbol of charming pearl 
Becomes the miseries of life
Home being breaking up over different beliefs 
This is painful, this is speechless.
Outside writing and cultural world, I am soprano, nature enthusiast, viticulture and gourmet lovers.


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