Want to open the door of dream, blazing heart has now been closed up with dust.
Even so, I still be those who escape mood and cumulative words
intimately with, cannot be crossed in the edge of the panic and makino
suburb, couldn't be more attentively to enjoy my words and daub
picture scroll, that kind of rough tired made of thoughts and
feelings, become the main melody I suffer from insomnia, how to have a
dream to comfort themselves, the beautiful colourful dreamworks
animation, in reality the decadent strangers tour, is all shook the
helpless.
Want to trip, is the theme of my mind, but still dirty in a small space, the messy thoughts just.
Stand in a corner, one side, in the mirror of the world was close
to complete strangers, only the illusion of I be here can only flow
aromatic, that a stream of touching and long appeal as one eye can't
the stillness of the spring, can't also don't want to stop it
QingChang slowly.
Off and on, if be floating, if it is the sorrow of heart undead traction to read!
However, a point on the side of a corner on the oil painting of
my heart, almost broke up the I DiHuan and meditation to gloomy mood,
the silent for a long time, feeling a WenXiang raids, as is the
slightly drunk recovery. Can't help blowing gently to screen in the
dust, a elliptic scarlet seal the ancient sweet fully faint taste,
smooth seal cutting line like dance is shy girl, light mature and have
the marks of the lasting appeal that dream not wake up early the
story.
If air in a short time frozen, it seems I was in another vacuum
world, waiting for the realization of all the assumption that if, that
kind of crazy state, my in the mind know and understand a moment
later of blank what is yourself, and this how to clear to face,
although such understand, is still like this instant of madly in love
and dreams of across the region.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and there was the conservative samsara.
That umbrella, support in my back, dim the thoughts and feelings,
the spread of temperature seems to be far, far away from the rain
drop, as if she cry......
Windowsill sunshine, fall in the empty chair up, as if to listen to my to himself.
When I make you forget, I have
hurt the end, when you put I forget, you already injured after all,
when we alone when withdrawn, why don't we are repeating that is in
beautiful memories temperature, light, shallow, fuzzy into a hazy colour, like the eyes of the scarlet seal.
That is your name, my endless illusion of the rest.
Close your eyes, no longer want to open the painting in the
picture, don't want to face the future with intuitive solace, like the
after glow of sunset completed its mounting, will own road yangtz
river in moonlight of the mixed visit, no trace quietly.
The rain dripping wet all outside, in silence for this seems to
be the world moistens last withered flourish, that kind of damp flavor
gradually invasion to my space, heart wish the umbrella of emerge,
rose in my window, accompany me through the overflow
