How long has it, there is no such a person walked, with a lonely heart, close to the almost deserted soul. From the sea, the shuttle, the star was not found heart like air becometransparent.
Hand tighten the reins of heart, let it slow running pace, moving slowly in this rich night, enjoy the natural and comfortable this long. Everything is so quiet, every beating heart then yiqiyifu,like in the story of their dream, their happiness, and I feel the sense of ease.
Tonight the wind disappear conceal traces, there are too many feelings can not afford, escapemay not be a way out. But, I can escape? The night sky Wanli, Haramatsu Shiro month has become distant those dark clouds, peep all emotion this earth still exist. And I, already in the dayin high school, split the soul, out of all the feelings, and not a trace of nostalgia aside, abandon.This, that is to say, I will not be your emotions, there will be no so-called helpless, my everything,had broken into a bubble, never sticky spell.
A few degrees of tears, steamed into missing, a dim view, wet memory, the residue in the heartside forget, forget yourself. The future, no time to think, time has been urging me to set sail, just do not know, I again the where? Years, seems to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, but Ihave at this time no direction, thrashing. This leaves me wandering no boat face high thischoppy waters has put the rusty anchor, because at the helm without heart, just like mechanicalgrowth, chasing buckish bubble like bizarre.
I conclude with the heart, in the middle school on the road to write a hurry, forget a pacifying mypanic heart, then push me again. In order to let the insignificant dream bloom, so the exhausted heart again sails up, to go far away. The number of traps, the number of injured, how helpless,how much pain. Much of the night, a person lick inhibition at the wound, still climbing in themountain peaks to university, broken wings still stubborn with feet to measure this dream.
There is no time to enjoy the scenery on both sides, in the absence of energy gradually or run,only occasionally fantasy clouds in the end of the heaven. This is the so-called three? Justthree trance feel like a dream, the dream life, more do not know in the end the dream awakes,whether I still remember the feeling of gratitude.
This transient daydream, let my fear heart slightly flat, wry smile that summer was increasinglydull autumn. The spirit of the sky as a soft light, through the dim night, sent bursts of cool, gentle and the line of sight, this feeling. He had such as blood Mou class eyes, hearts with this idea:
Even if the depression, also toward the sun!