Boundless and I also stay for who? When the deep reason shallow, this take? Tonight's the night, very quiet, can clearly hear the sound of the from the depths of the soul, out of the window, under the shed little lonely, and drops is cool, I look the window, monring winds canyue, distant downy lamplight, but some lonely.
Tranquil night, quietly read, you I ever, ever also have no past, but also is a kind of torture, is also a kind of remnants of pain, I can only looking for corner corner alone, fuzzy hazy figure, you feel dejected.
The past rain, scrapes, the month lacks hard round, drunk dream west building, ear ringing again this paragraph of words, my eyes have fill your shadow, in the depths of the eyebrow trapping yourself, even in my heart began to netting. I calm down, turn off the music, in the busy time, count my vicissitudes of life, through the miss, I gently to write down the sentence: my memories, you once.
Night deep, deep how much, afraid of loneliness is everywhere, so much of your beauty, indeed, once through the full of all my emotional tears of the most complex, there should be no more in the future. Tonight, in the dream, please look at my tears, ever flow to your hand? Then, the tears have on the brand to life, for ever and have, perhaps the pain you have the soul of the drift in the memory. I don't know why, the in the mind always have light sadness in his eyes. Roaming in the sea of words, writing those familiar and unfamiliar words, let the feelings, thoughts, persistence and baptism, text will heart ground to tatters.
Alone in the world, alone in a quiet, but there is still a caring heart, there is still a concern, a person's night,, silently, let you walk from my words, stop, I don't want to use your nectar to fill my life of penance.
Night is so quiet, I feel the whole dormitory grief spread, the breath of a miss in the chest, gently hold the cheek, a long time so suddenly real... Life seems to always have an overwhelming pain, some regret, destined to bear a lifetime. In life, there are always some beautiful emotion around us jump of broken porcelain, the residual marks, however, remained in the days, when suddenly look back at the moment of... Who have experienced the moment, emotional wounds at dead of night and in the world in the rainy day, a dull ache.
Days in blue and white lived, however, when I was immersed in the contemplation of the midnight, and the end of this term. Time it constantly move forward, one not careful, it has gone far away, I only sigh and the years trace. Perhaps, I have a little change, perhaps mature a little, and so a little bit, the reality a little bit, calm a little and forget the dots. Can always chasing time for this kind of, perhaps, is what I want? To you, whether in the heart will be, unwilling, whether as "whatever" as the hip-hop expression? Needless to say, my people don't understand, said also white said! The fate of the route is wrong step, then step... Although direction remains unchanged, but the finish has become far away, I know that I didn't grasp well, is their lack of effort isn't even the grandiose excuse for himself? Tell yourself, "ah, when I was young, don't understand", until the hair white and light teeth again so tell yourself?
