Nong View
In one corner of a small garden where the afternoon sun shines brightly. There was a thin figure of a young woman sitting on an old wooden bench. Her light brown hair was loosely tucked up, leaving some strands of hair to clear her cheeks. In her arms is an airy guitar in light wood. Her big, sparkling eyes stared down at her beautiful slender fingertips that were gently chasing chords. She closed her eyes and swayed gently to the rhythm of the song. Let the music and the heart be one... Her picture now What a lovely and pure beauty, as if it were a living song.
About Nong View
In one corner of a small garden where the afternoon sun shines brightly. There was a thin figure of a young woman sitting on an old wooden bench. Her light brown hair was loosely tucked up, leaving some strands of hair to clear her cheeks. In her arms is an airy guitar in light wood. Her big, sparkling eyes stared down at her beautiful slender f...Read more