My Pictures: A new bookshop opened today in Xinxiang.

January cold in Xinxiang,
I met a young woman
who told me a sad story
about a boy from England.
She looked battle torn,
her eyes clouded
by his tormented life.

Hidden from the sun…
was herself…..
a blazing grassland
at its summertime height…
loving with strongest feeling.

With wounds of past regrets,
I told her that responsibilities float
away on each breath,
by the here and now and tomorrow.