Waiting in the sun in the depth of the banana, it is moving, the lake with ripples, wicker, with slight bent a waist, at that time, I always feel how beautiful life, we are always in the heart of the lotus, the moon is no longer missing when the full moon, miss will walking no longer be memory up, just years never explain to the person. Parting is always a desolate and cold quiet, you figure, starting from the piece of yellow, lost, lost light.
 
Red maple red colors are still hot, no one don't remember, 1 pet. And that, in a twinkling was the end of the world, no one do not understand, when a person is, on the road, always want to the ends of the earth, seems to have been born between people delay, distance forever, until the moment. Don't know why, sometimes, the more the farther from home, the more to joy and happiness, the more to feel the happiness of distance , and the real distance, seemed to miss more and deep in the end of the world.
 
The time is still on, no one can change or retain a little bit. Sun long rings sometimes can't afford to Opus One give some comfort. In five thousand the edges and corners of prosperous and vicissitudes of life together kill people. The clarity and enchanting early in the morning, in the days and nights, how many can not exist in the limited world can safely, is always an unknown capacity. Life is always in the ignorance of ignorance.

 destruction of perdition, sober me awake. How many people total least love today if not tomorrow, tomorrow have worry about tomorrow. Yes, to warm the hearts of people have been on the road, just a lot of people, give not busy on the road, once can do its. Only know that there are so a person, have been waiting for, regardless of the moon spring flowers, how summer rain, winter thunder!
 
The sunny morning, I wish the clouds of the sky, seven color is abundant, and just, waiting for the hysteresis is mulberry.