Last night, I went to Wutai to swim. During the twilight, the shuttle bus from the company from the company in the street of the climax of the climax. The gorgeous brilliance along the road is sweet and illusion. I suddenly didn't want to swim, especially when the bus turned left in a crossroad, I think I seem to go right away; but I don't know where to go right.
It is like this, especially this season, like I am doing or plan to do something, I always feel that there is another more interesting thing to do, but I can't think of that one thing; always feel I should go to a place, but I don't know where to go; I always feel that there is a person waiting for me in some place, but I can't think of it, who is waiting for me, where is waiting for me.
Oh, what is these causes? Is it alone? do not know. It seems to have a relationship with this season. I always feel that this autumn is too beautiful, cool, there is a taste; this taste is very familiar, it seems to be the taste of burning wild grass, it seems to be the flavor of the roast lamb, there is a sweet flower fragrance the taste of. This taste should only be "graduates _ Skabo Market" can do her background music.
On the street, people have crowd from all sides and stroke from this, and happiness and unhappiness become red. And I am in the crossroad, there is a pen straight in the thorns, and the golden ginkgo leaf looks at the thoughts to penetrate the heart, thoughts and misconducts become red.
The result is still the same, I use my fingertips to outline your outline, and the air uses a transparent to pull a thousand miles, parting and not separation. The book in your hand has forgotten the text, leaving only a punctuation, remembering and not remembering, it has become lost.
I can't see anything, the whole world is blurred into a night, and the face of the windmover is in the face, I am sad with my forgotten coordinates. I heard that the waterfall can smash the speed, I am just a water drip, but I jumped up the cliff of Baizu Cui. With the weather in October, the transparent air is cool, like water; thinking about a person's life, what is alone and freedom; time is sand, burying a lot of things; no matter whether it is to complete himself or destroy himself, drink alcohol Let's not don't matter if you have anything that is lonely.
