Mountains are not pronged, the river for exhaustion, winter thunder vibration summer rain and snow, is to dare to break with you! Spring to autumn years fast, my years carved with thoughts of you, longing for love like a crab molt transcendence and sublimation! I miss you as much as you can be thinking of me.

Erlite River Crab Note: The crab has to molt more than 20 times in its life, and every molt is a close call, a doubling of weight.

Shell

With the newly reborn crab