hide in the darkness of the soul, ask yourself again and again, has been, how to avoid what, for what and emaciated? Dusty scars, as rheumatism and joint attacks, and again in the rainy night just around the corner, every time an active, pain in the bite to the unscrupulous, dull, leaving streaks of meditation, countless sad.
do not know what sleeping in the dark, how long, I do not know how difficult it can open your eyes to.
I came from afar, obsessed with whom I hang around the wild world? I was the shining moment is the moment the flame across the sky. I'm desperate for you to see me, I will never be able to back off. Jinghong generally short, as gorgeous as the fry. This is more than a world of beauty and regret, we hold that smile still tears.
as you and I had the appearance of innocence, Zhi Ya, but persistent cold and mysterious. Raindrops, Sprinkle face, who spilled my eyes, confused obscurity. You left me in the hope of sleeping in the village immersed in gentle, just like Dan was tenderness anesthesia!
Was in the wrong way on the road looking out the beauty in love in bloom the moment, the fleeting, the day of the rapture to fly there, transfer the number of Chinese dream vaguely rhyme, how many whispers have been sadly wrong fly. Missed many things and objects, caught and then catching situation is not tight, like fireworks in the mundane world of the beautiful, doomed village in the gentle bloom. End of the piece, were scattered at the moment, after all, was buried in the dust of grinding time for the mud. Today is all some kind of non-only label, inventory in the heart of a corner, let the memory of the dust and getting old, moss in the gap in the street Ching!
Ever since, I have insisted on driving in pursuit of the rudder moving tide of people to wander around. My heart has been quietly wandering, it does not belong to any one who can control the love of glory. Not take the slightest worried about too much to let it fly Fly, exile Wandering Road, fell from the ocean waves splash the sea at high tide every Full Moon, this moment, I stepped waves to breathe,vibram 5 fingers, and walk wandering waves. Fast-paced world, the vast sea. Love to grow old without any intention to pursue, the fading day, let the wind! Flickering memories to let it go surfing, even if we have thousands of miles, after another thousand mountains, even thousands of feet waves, wear out lofty shortage, looking for thousands of Baidu, flying thousands of miles wide!
Said and walked the streets, who tenderness who will never understand. Every corner of every city in the interpretation of every day a different story, a story about memory, always play the last set,mac brushes, the next episode of the story, how? Unnamed sweet. The story of my wandering exile horizon. Looking to Star Hyun
nine days, raise their hands to ask fingers measure. Where the sky is not rain? Within arms reach out, bang in the heart of thousands off his guitar, only first-line system, sparking Yu Yu's restless, kite-like flying in the wind. Before the storm is always so calm, when the calm after the blustery, monsoon crazy Lianqi face, a sudden summer rain poured down in a field, migration of the baptism of the body in the shower Kuangyu, the expulsion of weary wandering wind. Put through the air with songs of hope to the homeless, melody melodious proudly, a sound of dancing bonds of absolute, since then, despite the way the Red wandering around singing wind drift.
into film according to the enchanted evening lights, neon car little water, Machang Long. Noise contaminated with dissipation in one place downtown. Evening breeze blows, intentionally or unintentionally flipping confused mind,mac makeup wholesale, flying with the strands of quiet in the night sky. Meteor chase instant beauty, Xixi on children wanes, gentle as pure water has been polished face, surging in the crowd seemed to ebb and flow, it starts to stray, wandering in the years wasted in the pursuit of Star Meteors.
perhaps, all stories should have a theme song, now wandering in the heart also has a theme, the theme is singing it. .
