Beijing in the late autumn night
One night, the warning line of the street light is going to put the group of star winds. I shake every poplar, and I will go to the sky or make a small leaves to respond to the forest song. I am not afraid in front of you. It seems that the high-speed car array puts the solemn world of the city. The world has a safe void light, and we are very lonely shadow. It is a thin shadow. I'm just that you are just me, we quarrel us and a good pair of weird friends. When you are no longer you, I am no longer me, there is no melting point between our arms. If you don't, if you don't have you? Dedication, falling leaves, enough, if you don't have to explain, if you don't have to defense road post, horizontal line, traffic bar if you don't meet, if you meet, you can forget the silence, shadow, long five, I feel: This moment is slowly disappearing to become a memories you The shining smile is floating in a layer of tears I feel: Tonight and tomorrow, there are long life and hearts, how many years are going to gather in the world, I want to ask you to stand up. On the street lamp, I only shed the face to go to the six nights. I got the night sky. You got the night sky to become a unpolished fan, a cold, tears hanging on the "eternal" face hiding in my remaining dreams
