The thunder in my inadvertently. Don't know why, suddenly have a kind of illusion, in you out of my side, in that I can't find the city, across the luxuriant and sad arc. I woke up in the north central sleeping, carefully listen to the voice of the rain swept out of the window, seems to be swayed by considerations of gain and loss. Can't see, you cry in the end of the red in the face, the tears across the momentHKUE ENG, is lonely. like a broken line kite, can only far removed by the wind, never come back to our side, will go to the old old tree by wind blowing over a quarter in the place of weeds out chuai, drop a maple leaf, was just the arrival of spring breeze gently lift, drifting in rare deserted streets. Faint hazy rain color, to the surface of the thick missing is hidden in the dark night, you in there, whether also woke up with a start, insomnia, when no one knows the sky?
Remember the autumn, the young time, we squander the hands of the pen, draw a long memory. At that time, the youth in our memory portrayed with very strong very strong, the rest of the stars, pour the white paper drenched, you say, that is: we can't go back to the memory, the pain was carelessly down period.
Remember in autumn, the season in the heart of the dark short stay apartments, we dialed dragon hoarse voice, sing a song of heavy promise. At that time, the youth in our memory, to be expressed very sweet very sweet, every word of falling, packed the obvious notes fuzzy, you say, is that we can not cross the ravine, be clear tears of sadness, casual overflow.
Remember the autumn, the ignorant youth Underfloor Heating, we weathered through each corner of the meadows, shout a tastelessness fragrant air, draw a dream of the Duan Huali fall. You say, then we can't get places, drop by the hill sunset as very red and very red, with each segment, dyed the Radcliffe thank years vicissitudes of life, is strange took advantage of the virtual pull a long distance.