Clear
CLEAR
In the seventh month of lunar year
People honor their parents, the deceases and nothing to fear
Are you understanding me, oh my dear
Nothing is ambiguous, and everything should be clear
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 17, 2016
Copyright © Hien Tran | Year Posted 2016
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