Walk on the way in the quiet, listening to the mobile broadcasts a
melodious music, was not conscious revealed a smile. This light life
along with years of footsteps slowly and line, feeling of the day of
happiness and joy. Miss float in the sky of season, soft music with
thoughts slowly opened dustier days.
As always, the dark gentle covered eyes colour, past that drops
in this moment remember are sweet sweet. And when a family reunion of
warm, and the friend gather together the joy, the life touched is so
happy and beautiful. As the boundless sky, vision of peace. Pushed the
full of worries, listen to a song of intoxicating music; The light
scatter in sorrow in yesterday tonight the heart of the stars, flow
into the moonlight in slightly ripples. Who is the voice, no one night
in lonely and sigh gently. Like a wind blows over the earth,
everywhere a diffused.
The tender moonlight, why don't understand that time of sorrow;
In the years hurried by, and left behind the beautiful memories of
benefits. The stars, why don't understand that earth changes in
temperature; And generally, in the lonely in the internal silent. Cut a
time of time, in the time of the displaced in warm atrium. No longer
alone stray, flies time won't because a person's move and change it
sad; Fluttered the years the vicissitudes of life still desolate, and I
was in the long years of the changed shape.
Breeze slowly blow, blow me messy black hair. The wind blows no
longer, gently glide drifts from nearer and nearer. As the yesterday's
sadness, slide over the time behind; No one in the collateral alone
at night. Growth in the years ahead, a record of how much time
laughter and tears. In each a quiet night, alone the aftertaste. Maybe
is habit, still have the default, total want to trying to get out of
the confusion of the day. The sunshine of life is still bright, but
the sad eyes still clear. Lonely avenue, I sing. In fact I nothing
sad, just I way of life and the passage of time.
Sad sad people, always like this. Not a good life, but all the day think of
these those happy and sadness. In the social progress, but the human
spirit civilization but not to keep up with. Exclamation no more, also
just sad but increase. The world outside noisy and make, only to feel
the kind of home care and warm. Actually moved to me, everywhere. A
sweet songs, a kind of concern; These can be touched me. Maybe
insignificant, but it is in the life most real moved.
Wrote several article
text, all is in expresses the his feelings. Friends say why are you
always in the sentimental or is sorrow, for this I was speechless
answer. I'd like to, but the moment of sentimental it. I know, I know,
a people for a long time in the life of sentimental atmosphere, can
become indecisive, sad sad. I have also seen many friends write
articles are ah sigh. In fact I think, the text is a kind of the most
direct way to express mood; It was recorded a time of growth. After a
day of the year when, see oneself write down drops, is also a kind of
different feelings? Text is happy
