2011年06月13日
Downtown Red
Downtown Red
How much sorrow to the summer, thousands of strands of wire Hekan worry?
Across from the light that lights up the pale figure, the old elders long. A pot of liquor, with several downtown?
Youth nowhere to put pen to paper, was dedicated to want to write something, but, says only a piece written for the lonely. Staring at a distance thought Xu, and hands torn off the sheet goes pale, into the wind, sigh!
The ravages of the years, the total felt so confused, feel the soul does not belong. Perhaps in the depths of my soul, buried a lonely heart.
Occasionally, my father called and asked me to stay living conditions, tell me what should pay attention to what ordinary day on the surface I'm always impatient to tell him: "all right, do not miss." But the heart had already become the scenes of tears, those tears are buoyant and can float from the father of sailing. Father's greeting, it is natural that key, he wants to comfort his son was learning to open a burden to heart lock, but in the end can not enter the city to his son, the father always gave me to predict the city's numerous, always try to use his experienced understanding of the siege, to tell his son: "Life is not smooth, the world is way over various obstacles during this." Yes ah! Who are like this come. However, in this big crowd and several people holding on till the end?
Looked like a withered flower on the calendar day in the old calendar, I tried to piece together fragmented pieces of memory. Akira ran past it as a dream, a dream to re-invent but do not know where to find,
Leaning against the window, against the wind to light the sad twilight, a sense of coolness that strikes the body, a messy habit of mind is always sad. There are always wishes had a chance to bloom, and quietly in the time in the weight loss; always had a chance to realize some dreams to cool gradually between the moon and stars. When his wandering in accidentally displaced countless time was removed, I asked myself, "I come from, what should go?, Or with the wind, accompanied by rain, wandering aimlessly like a leaf-like walk in a no one is interested in the corner, or be forgotten in the sea at the end?. "
Swaying of the branches looking out the window, listening to sad music overflowing, spread the mixing melancholy night, lonely bloom at the moment. Even into the night breeze through this small room, cold a lonely heart. Turn a blind eye to listen to meditation, my mind is full of quiet mourning. With students
How much sorrow to the summer, thousands of strands of wire Hekan worry?
Across from the light that lights up the pale figure, the old elders long. A pot of liquor, with several downtown?
Youth nowhere to put pen to paper, was dedicated to want to write something, but, says only a piece written for the lonely. Staring at a distance thought Xu, and hands torn off the sheet goes pale, into the wind, sigh!
The ravages of the years, the total felt so confused, feel the soul does not belong. Perhaps in the depths of my soul, buried a lonely heart.
Occasionally, my father called and asked me to stay living conditions, tell me what should pay attention to what ordinary day on the surface I'm always impatient to tell him: "all right, do not miss." But the heart had already become the scenes of tears, those tears are buoyant and can float from the father of sailing. Father's greeting, it is natural that key, he wants to comfort his son was learning to open a burden to heart lock, but in the end can not enter the city to his son, the father always gave me to predict the city's numerous, always try to use his experienced understanding of the siege, to tell his son: "Life is not smooth, the world is way over various obstacles during this." Yes ah! Who are like this come. However, in this big crowd and several people holding on till the end?
Looked like a withered flower on the calendar day in the old calendar, I tried to piece together fragmented pieces of memory. Akira ran past it as a dream, a dream to re-invent but do not know where to find,
Leaning against the window, against the wind to light the sad twilight, a sense of coolness that strikes the body, a messy habit of mind is always sad. There are always wishes had a chance to bloom, and quietly in the time in the weight loss; always had a chance to realize some dreams to cool gradually between the moon and stars. When his wandering in accidentally displaced countless time was removed, I asked myself, "I come from, what should go?, Or with the wind, accompanied by rain, wandering aimlessly like a leaf-like walk in a no one is interested in the corner, or be forgotten in the sea at the end?. "
Swaying of the branches looking out the window, listening to sad music overflowing, spread the mixing melancholy night, lonely bloom at the moment. Even into the night breeze through this small room, cold a lonely heart. Turn a blind eye to listen to meditation, my mind is full of quiet mourning. With students
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