Time is the most powerful feet, it can be filled with all pale, leaving, is the true truth of the test. Anyone who moves us, they have anything we yearn for. There is a flower, the most satisfactory moment in the beautiful bloom, is also going to the dying. Look in the eyes, gorgeous and brilliant; the feelings of the heart are like a pile of glasses. This flower is called fireworks. Welcome a blossoming fireworks, lifting emptops, then bloom, dazzling and charming, then fallen. In the moment, the city's night sky was rendered through the splendid fireworks, as if used a big night as a picture board, boldly used the gorgeous tones, the people who were placed, the people living in the city, learn to use the fireworks. Ancient techniques will suppress a year's mind, finally at this night, at this moment, gathered, and then dripping. So, in the crowd, in order to celebrate or commemorate this year, the mood can be realistic, so people's hearts are full of joy, and the mood of the gray is also bright. Fireworks, fireworks, is also a season of fireworks, and I am thinking about it. I have been walking so silently, saying that it is not clear, still waiting. The time is like a clear spring water, and it seems to be a bit cold, and it seems to be a little loneliness. When I walked a long time, I cocained, I found out that it turned out that although I am in the sea, I have been thinking about how to escape.
The wind in the winter has gradually silence, and the warmth of spring is still flashing in the branches. If there is no thoughts floating, and around, people, seem to be quiet and curious. In fact, the crowd is not quiet, quiet and loneliness is just my heart. Maybe, the mood is like this, once again, or a year, it is gathered, then released, like fireworks, short and beautiful. Sometimes, we feel sad because we can't hold a beautiful time, but we don't know how much time we waste it in a lonely atmosphere. In fact, there are still a lot of things in this world, such as love, such as friends and relatives, these are beautiful. We can't be lost because of one of them, and miss another or many kinds, as long as you cherish it now - this is enough. Many years, I have passed a lot of roads, I like low-headed head silently and lonely, because I always worry that I will step on the trap or miss the road because of beauty. I have no courage to look at the distance from the distance, and then I will take it without hesitation.
From small to big, from childish, rushing down, my hands are still empty, I have lost a lot. Under the shining of fireworks, I seem to feel a bitter bitter in the depths of life. In fact, I don't want to let go, there are still many, childhood memories, the sky's blue, the singing of the birds, and there is a smile with love. I remember that they all were very close to me, and now they are far away. I still still dream of the old fireworks in my dreams, they are happy, and I will shine my long childhood. Burning, put, put it, in combustion. It seems that I will never go, it seems that I will always be exhausted. The long beauty is carved in the heart, and it will never be used.
I am walking from such memories. Often a moment of sorrow, sometimes, I will even have a feeling of tears at the moment I got out of fireworks. I suddenly be afraid of this feeling, fear this kind of discharge, I am afraid, life or love, like this fireworks, after the fire, there is no longer. Sometimes, fireworks are placed in my top, but I am lonely, but I will not look around - the kind of look is too cruel. Yes, I didn't carefully put the fireworks. Fireworks began to have a distance from my life. I don't know when I started, I gradually believe that slowly let go will make life change longer, and it will make love more life. I have changed with calm time, I thought it was an eternal.
I looked up and saw the fireworks of the sky and saw the deep blue behind the fireworks. How beautiful is it beautiful and an empty world, as long as a long-lost dream, I suddenly had a kind I want to touch the impulse.
I went back, I found out that in the long-lasting year of my calm, I have a sad joy, there is a vicissitudes of life, and some people come, but they lack such a beautiful and shining. I decided not to regret for a moment, but I went as much as possible, this is my intention to life. Every fireworks are not all lonely, and there will be a story behind every fireworks. After the long run, I began to doubt a lot of choices. Long life, just a moment of fireworks, a bit of life, in the vast vastness of time and space, what should I do? So, in such a short life, why not make it brilliant, is it brilliant?
That is a cold night, I look up at the sea, watching a blossoming flower, in front of my eyes, like a star, and disappeared. I know, that's not because I am missing, but because I am looking for.
