Falling, the afternoon is my walk time, sunny weather, not sunny is my mood. Now, I still belong to loneliness, I don't want loneliness to be entangled in my rest. I just appreciate the beauty of the beauty. And the pace of colors. Just like I appreciate the colorful flowers in the roadside, they are beautiful, the same beauty. I think, I want to pick you, beautiful flowers, beautiful girls. You are Who blooms? .... still think of it, who blooms, bloom for his own life, my conclusion is like this. You bloom is for your life, but why haven't I bloom? It's like a flower bones never know which temperature, which season, which season blooms. I think, I will be lonely, nor pick you, just because I want to bloom. For a long time, long time, long time, long time ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, What is the nightmare? how? It is to oppress my spirit, the soul, can't bloom. Back to the afternoon, this sunny autumn afternoon, many people are busy, there is nothing to attract me. However, in that coffee, under the red green traffic light, on the bench of the curved street, I walked one, another shoulder, the aroma is long, and it is endless. It is these strong to make this, this is my jealous, beautiful, I want to pick you, pick you, even if you are lonely, I can't vote for your embrace because I am waiting for my bloom.
