Hanging in the clouds on a little

Hanging in the clouds on a little quiet, and the past is different is that tonight's the night sky more than a few stars dotted, thus seems more than a few static Yat beauty. Gentle breeze blowing, leaves with the tip of the wind around the branches swaying in no way meant to stop. Headset around the familiar melody in the ear, echoed in my heart. Turn off the music, it seems that this time I am only one world, quiet, lonely silence. Seems to be quiet you can hear your own heartbeat.
Without the care and greetings to others, not to its former freedom and free and easy. Only late at night, lit a cigarette bitter, says those who have been quietly removed himself numerous times in the text. The ocean in the network, in the words of the world, I was happy. Because there are always a few people care about and encourage me, I am glad. Should I am a singer, even if only a listener, I would sing the end of time. Should I be a dancer, even if only one left, the viewer, I will skip the world rotate. Should I am a writer, even if only a reader, I will write when dying buried.
Twenty in his early spring, in the memories of that into a cloud of dust, I do not know, few will recall the far north in the cold still has me such a lonely wanderer, lonely some of the text written , a section of TV drama to tell the most sincere and real memories. Acacia meet know what day? At this night embarrassed. Acacia and all the endless pain, this time into only a trace of smoke, far from the detention of numerous day and night of my lonely cage. One is the gorgeous short dream, a long and cruel reality. I just and night and the stars shine together with the lonely child. Perhaps the longing for the sky, and it is lonely.
Years flowing from the fingers, I feel the stars fall from the trajectory slowly. I do not know who this sentence comes from the hand, but tell me as in general, the faint heart faint vibration. Some people say that like fairy tales, because it as a childhood. Some people say that the setting sun, the fairy tale world in general. Not happy, smiling still. No fairy tale, childhood is still there. But who is that band who had only the fairy tale back to the age of it? Shallow and deep can mean anything? Earlier and later time just forget forget it. My world seems so, because we've never met, so I never sad. Also never been happier.
Sometimes in the dead of night, no one likes to rely on in a place, numbness ask myself why past and present past? Who in this world who cares? Who is really who again? Old Lu for treatment, and now friend. Maybe in their eyes I'm just an ordinary passing it. Early days, how to find back? You have to smile, always in my memory actually scattered not open. At that moment, I seem to see the collapse of the whole world in front of me. Piece of tile ruins of which are engraved bricks fresh memory, and now quietly posted on the earth, even if I walk more carefully to keep quiet, will eventually find themselves to be just a memory of exiled people. Why, when others are sad to write such a beautiful sentence, and we can only forget each other in each other. Maybe when you truly want to do, it is often also a lot of things when it can not go back. We always can not resist the tide of life clutch.
Used to be forgotten, because I know there is often a person long after the disappearance of embodied it. This total comfort in the heart of their own, lost their own time, is to make their future better understand the road ahead. Say that you left, just like my alone time, I hope you will come back to me. How often say that they were lonely, in fact, they are happy. Loneliness is just a gorgeous bluff, the most lonely person should be forgotten in the memories of the people. A lonely person, you always feel how lonely he was, he was just very simple in your life appeared, and very easy to disappear.
Always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music, and then in a casual moment, suddenly found that things had pains really want to forget so forget. When I want to say something, it is often my most silent. Always thought the bird, but the sea is that the birds do not fly over the sea of courage, I found many years later, not the bird not the past, but the sea that one, had no wait. Old friend that has a solemn pledge of love and friendship, as the years passed, the passing of youth have been fixed in the mutual passing of life among the ranks. We thought a lot of things will never be forgotten, until today I found out that in our obsession of the day, we had already been forgotten. Nothing lasts forever, this time I discovered the original it was just a funny misunderstanding. sprocket
Years ago, respectively, a short and long memories, like moths into a flame-like gorgeous. Years later, met, greeted, and suddenly do not know what to say in the end. Original memories so beautiful! Some people say that the sad old days, respectively, in order to meet today's passion, but now meet only quietly greeting, lonely goodbye. All this occurs only in that moment, I can not afford to dream too much, just the moment as always, to now become a memory, bit by bit, until we grow old!