Floating above the room. Out the window, the lonely moon hanging in the air quietly, lonely stars, quietly around the moon around the blissful silence, as if afraid to disturb to the moon-like. Green tree-planting sleep in the living room the wearer, and even the branches the leaves turn yellow because of the intolerable heat, air conditioning through the wind and was also not aware of. Weak yellow leaves, first with the wind blowing in the trees beside the green called rotation, eyeful reluctantly, but could do nothing, only with a deep attachment, to leave.
Night is young, red shadow wet quiet window. Ear is sad music, eyes of fallen leaves sadness, heart is lost time. Spread out the palms, fingertips on the dust, have fallen, given the sound of broken, shattered like glass marbles, crisp, shiny. But who can know that broken far more than just some dust in the secular, or is beautiful glass marbles. Hi there a speck of dust or worry about the story, a marble rolling there a way of life. I could hear the cicadas out of the window irritability mad summer heat alarms in the night, watching a flower that smiles past life, through time and space tunnel, struggling to bloom, they feel happy.
time, such as cotton, careful look, do not ask forever, as long as the time in bloom again, still remember such a place, there is such a rose garden, is the final resting place for you and me, like. Subtle longing is filled with day and night, thousands of miles away you are, whether a land of broken thoughts, in this summer. I know you understand,UGG boots clearance, the world's frustration, let us struggling in the whirlpool of love and suffering. This is real life, life is never easy, always been a test of our will, hammer training our body and mind.
more hot summer air, but not be blown away eyebrow curved, bright eyes smile, gentle water. Always at this time, in such a night, could not sleep, let your thoughts of the past bleaching smoke. Fingers tapping the keyboard, a sentence, line by line, section after section, are more concerned about the knock, are some corners, the spouses. Is it because the Nama sealed tender in the bottom of my heart, not devoid of, only those lonely time and time again Qiaoxia writing. Some are touching, some are beautiful, some are sad, some joy, in the end they are all thought the release of the traces of the mind.
night wind to wither with fireworks, the moon with the clouds of the Chilian slowly westward, and I still Duyi the window, watching the thick night, innocently rolled into one to watch Acacia flowers, dip into the wine, the drink into the stomach. Because of a tough and persistent, and even the flower has not opened in the hot season is also out of the bright colors. That daydream dream Oh, there you have built up a tall for my wall, let me shelter from the rain, as I always have you stored up handfuls of the sun, let me remain in the dark to see the black in the to light. I have measured more than once of times with you my heart from far and near, yet so far away,UGGs, had all started from the miss, and I am with you heart distance is just the length of the moment.
your shadow, from the remote place and to, so cordial, calm and solemn, like the other people are looking forward. You did not come before, I'm here, has been in the Rose garden, counting the time in years, quietly waiting. After you come, I still stop here, smiling Kingston, protruding lips in Acacia planting a flower in full bloom for you, quietly, quietly for you to litter. Lonely nights Oh, how long,cheap UGG boots, but because you are the love of me, so I forgot the original old waiting for a lifetime,UGG boots cheap, but calmly and so on until forever, the end of time, the sea change where and when.
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