Two days before wandering in one of the city's irrelevant places, I looked at a temple. Good to see another temple is not hurt to say I entered. I've never been into the garden before I've ever traveled. How do I explain.
What I felt was different. The less regular garden, huge trees, tiny statuettes in the back, rather than the museum's sense of walking as in others.
Well, where do I bury him? My blood warmed up. I said okay.
