1
tonight, no wind.
heart but has a touch of sadness, unable to speak, nor cry.
travel from the last one year has passed, and those with low altitude of the city went to the spring season, I think we should simply pick up down my luggage, to prepare a new journey.
a long time, got used to the wind in the absence of a person walking the city, facing unfamiliar faces smile, patting the beautiful scenery of the heart is very lonely.
tired, Find a quiet corner, watching people coming and going, his thoughts are caught in free.
many times I was thinking, what kind of past life I was a woman, in exchange for this life is so sentimental.
that flash of black and white clips and no time to forget but my heart's memories, and always involve the most vulnerable of the Okanagan my strings, want to escape, but escape. . .
2
At this point, the silence out of the window, and occasionally hear the roar over the hill and high heels echo on the stone collision.
typhoon season is now in Lhasa, that wind blowing, the entire city is a bit dark however.
addition to this season, I thought I was obsessed with the city, whether it is this group of high altitude of the sun or Chouweixiangtou friends.
3
Lucky Bamboo already withered on the bed for several days, and I was in no mood to go take care of them.
from the living room to the bedroom, I have no intention and then clean up and cleaning, leave those who grit into my eyes, in my little world filled sky.
watching her own mess in the palm, and my heart is doomed to the fate of the original, I have some relieved, know not to insist too much.
4
together with two MM afternoon saw the movie appears in the fairy tale, never appear in real life.
original, all this is just a myth. . .
and I, has been in the daydream.
night, no wind, and I, no sleep.
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