Uncle Tien
The cold wind blows through The wind of the Thai house The damp smell of wood and a faint aroma Of ancient flowers floating together in the air with the shadow of the old man One person who appeared fuzzy His face didn't look emotional. The sharp eyes stared at you in unfriendly. "Who is that! Why come into my house! "
About Uncle Tien
The cold wind blows through The wind of the Thai house The damp smell of wood and a faint aroma Of ancient flowers floating together in the air with the shadow of the old man One person who appeared fuzzy His face didn't look emotional. The sharp eyes stared at you in unfriendly. "Who is that! Why come into my house! "