Life is like a reverse tour, I also passed people in the last tangye's glow, I always walk slowly, not to nostalgic blood red sunset and the dark red laminate, just, just to refuse That one lonely and a hurry. Yes, I am very lonely, big during the day, with a false mask, laughing, I know how long I haven't opened it. I hate yourself during the day, hypocrisy, let me get awesome, make my heart together. But I am more afraid of the arrival of the night. In the night, the soul of the imprisonment was exiled, but alone became the master of life. A person walks, wandering in the edge of the city, I am just a pedestrian. Look at the spoiled neon, soak the mood of the night pedestrian. The street is still bustling, but it is just a virtual. Two people met, only two intersecting straight lines, then rushed, no more intersection. Who can definitely be the next moment, is the original one? I walked over the hustle and bustle of the city, and I looked at my shadow horror horns horns horror, and I was so long. I would rather let myself fall into the streets, swallowing in the night, and I don't want to go back. I don't know that the house can not be called home, perhaps, that is just a temporary station standing on the bridge, watching the car horses, people come. The world is partner, but I am lonely. This is a wandering city and is also a desolate city. So, I have to use the lights of the light, and let the night return. The long figure, the footsteps, like the ghosts that do not do, and enjoy life. That maybe, refrafted my life debris. In fact, my requirements are not high, just want to leave a light in the heart, illuminate the direction; just want a small window, if there is no window, I just want a little imagination . I don't want to let myself like a bowl, there is no purpose, fluttering, hands holding the float in the fantasy, although I have a vollate, I have a stomach acid in the pan, life is so virtual, so lonely, so lonely, It is difficult to get rid of, so there is no hope. I want to make the speed that is not expected, and I have rushed out the bureau that is not expected. But God is just a stone, cooking crane burning, hindrance. A person walks on the road, with his own way to walk your way, step by step, fill the loneliness to each gully, let the years into black and white film - 惆怅 old is like a dream. Although there is no moving wind, it is necessary to go to the clouds of the sky. Even loneliness, there is no direction. Because, in the long river of life, I also do person.
