Think of, think of, have a touch of melancholy, attack on the heart.
Sit here, tired heart is a little fuzzy, also have a little hope, looking forward, you.
Night, so quiet.I know the day outside, still young with sand, misty, dirty.
The moon also hidden the figure, hazy, leaving just a bit dizzy.I think, she may be afraid of the late spring sand.
Very tired, very tired.Is the kind of heart, the past, after the
tired.You know, I know, he knows.Know, at the moment I, how tired.
No poetry, no song, or hurt a bit, in the bottom of my heart all around, sinking, sinking.Hope, can, will sink.
You say, don't like black.So, or change into a red.Although, at
this moment, red, for me it is still so imprint is engraved on my
heart., indescribable pain.Unexpectedly, and reminds me of, the road
to the north of panic, and helpless.
Warn, myself.Every moment.I want to, I can still good, take good care of their own.Although,
that which to me, is so far away.Distant, as if it was your shadow
general, remote may not and the echoes in my heart.
Eat, sleep.Sleep, eat.I slowly raised, his injury.Boundless,
thinking.Fluttering Sasa, that from a distant land sand.Leave home,
leave love.Feel
helpless, be forced to leave one's hometown, the sponsor, came to
this.No root, no on, helpless, no, the diffuse field, cry.Then, it fell
on my heart that one, can, bring your message?To become destitute and
homeless, heart, no longer flounder, wandering?
Well, to laugh.But, to, only to find, write, or, full of full of
hurt.I, not good?Water, flower.Edge, the.Dream, empty.You, in my
heart, into the heart of me.Acacia bitter, so, if, do not love?
