I have been lost

Youth passes as a fleeting wave., vanity of shadow, earth dream, who wish to cover world fireworks, fingertip lingers, into a beautiful dream. Please allow me the pen in the moon light came in, but lamented in a be struck with fright, forever in the beautiful, in this rush days, searching for a safe, no place to put the annihilation of beauty, croon, without fear of cruel. In the aeriality in between, I listen to the whispers of the wind, I stand on hill, look like this over the years the sun, see a rosy clouds the boundless sky, see he is nowhere to yourself, everything is as of old, old like yesterday. Looking forward to a woman, but a woman is quiet and a desolation, and this desolate in the continued, from the sea side, the top, the Mo flowers, a starting point, through the years has been spread, to the fleeting time, silent, flower, I think I can be a break point, they found the end yet so far away.

Life is journey, the vast, where is the bank? To sway, to where, eventually did not know. The fleeting time flooded smile, years of vicissitudes face, I alone again in the life of the desert, searching, but not see an oasis, cable less than a drop of dew, struggling and wandering, wandering and struggle. I quietly came to this strange world, not for powdery jade, not for the colorful beach, just want to do a little stone quietly lying on the soft beach, watching the ebb and flow, sun Tong Hui; want to do a take one’s ease dragonflies, flying as low in the sky, I appreciate the blue sky and white clouds, the quiet. Perhaps the world will not have eternal calm, but I am too idealistic, I like this kind of quiet, like the feeling of a person, can smile, do not need reasons; cry, don’t need a reason. Also can cry, not surprised the who’s heart. I close my eyes, feeling the air around him, then wet, then slip through my bones, into my blood, I can not help but hit a crisp fibrillation, I know, I enjoy the rare alone, as if some dream is too far away, while he was in the impossible expectations, after too long life, but to a young heart. In the intermittent thought, a lazy mood blurred, those once, occasionally aftertaste, but also not who mind exquisite……

Than to meet a smile, and then the United States meet still resist Yunyan depicting traces in the years there, don’t know why sometimes meet to beautiful things did not dare close, perhaps then the scenery may not I love, again beautiful times can’t I stay… People should not be happy, happiness is a kind of desire for loop, time will not loop.

Always thought a long journey, a person with luggage, in the strange scenery, quietly closed the tired eyes, enjoy the solitude of quiet beauty, always feel that Tibet’s sky is very blue, it is the best place to wash the mind, I pray, someday I can go, with all my heart for a time travel, who also look forward to the open field in a flawless, inexhaustible, erase my humble fiber wadding, but my heart has changed quietly, let me live contradictions, conflicts with the pursuit of their own, sometimes think, this is trivial, this short life why don’t you find heart, demand, desire, too many disputes, too many helpless, maybe life will be endless pursuit, never have the kind of life they want, but I am in a certain period of time once had, had deep in the heart of that pure, had that mind quiet comfort maybe, someday in the future, I will in this magic world retreats, quiet and field out of the way, see the sunrise look gorgeous, Sundowners feminine, etc. one season blossom, find a cool breeze blowing, the sun, my heart Bright.

Hand held her pen, to write what they did not know where to start. The soul family, joined in the mountains and rivers, beautiful I am unable to present. In the noisy miscellaneous ridicule, who can maintain a calm state of mind. Unable to get rid of the Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, any time, who found truly belongs to? May not half an year, chaos and enchanting. How not to live in the world to find, but is still a person waiting for the dawn of hiding, including time. A day without sunshine, happiness is nowhere to be found. The haze gradually gentle, even silent. The vast world, like a black river, all the sadness, all the emotions, at this moment, tumbling countercurrent. In these years, a person walked, no charming spring, thick and heavy in colours; there is no wind Xiao cloud, happy life. Only hope to clear day, don’t expect too much surprise, nor too deep melancholy. Get the opposite of what one wants, ring always some joy silhouette, deeply hidden corner in memory, when gently lifted up unintentionally, will be shaking with cold…… Even a floating in a heat wave in a dream world, in the changing world, in addition to swim deep in thought and shadow, and the night over the cheeks bitter. At that moment I what also don’t remember. Stood there just as not all including their own body, empty without reservation, empty out and out…