I was a dust. Accidentally falls on the wall, I am close to the wall and saw his soul fly. I dance alone.
In the early spring shoots where I publicizes the hope that the green is my shy eyes, lively and cheerful, I open my arms, in the wind the rain, under the moonlight in the sun, the crooning singing light. Lush is my ideal. I dance ideals, sad dance.
In the summer, fiery passion, I burst ****, I plump Yong Yun elegant body to absorb sunlight, warm in the sun I became one of the most beautiful scenery, so that everyone can not help but go back through the nostalgia of looked beautiful to the I have degrees on the bright shining light. However, I am dust, I am still a unique position in my dance, I dance, beautiful, and sad dance.
Autumn, the sound of the thunderstorm, I was cold mud, was crushed, also forged, I walk in the clouds, invisible in the water, in the wind cry, cries in the rain, I was the wind dispersed, were Clouds gather, in the ravages of time and time again, I will not thin, is no longer barren, my heart a deep love of the world. Love of life. However, I am dust, I am still in my unique position and dance. I dance alone in front of the moon, but also alone in facing the wind and rain dance, I fell to my head, put up my feet, I extend my legs, my arm Shoulong. My eyes to explain my love, my frustration, my confusion, my apprehension, my vicissitudes of life and my desire for music in my heart, in my every cell in the breeze. Dance, is my only way to explain their own. I, in this Boundless, the dance alone.
Love walked in front of me, I stretched my hand out, but see love between jobs. Affection in my next walk, I see the countless family ties burdens, cause the top of my walk, I saw, the cause of the crowds on the road. In my life, coming behind, but I see the impermanence of life, reincarnation.
I dance, because of the wind, because of rain, because of love, because life, I can not stop, dance is my only way of existence, so, I will my life in my fingers to tell, my love in my feet talk to, thinking my life flexible in my body, I am forging stretch, stretch forging, and no one see my inner tension and pain, they just see my swaying and graceful. I think I was a lonely dancer. I dance alone, and will always be dancing alone. In my world of happiness, in their own world of sadness in my own world, Zhang Yang, also a world of their own huddle, I was lonely dust, without which the shelter of thick soil, planting vibrant well-being.
I am the dust, is a lonely dirt. Do not stop dancing, is my secular life, is my mission. I accidentally fell on the wall, but the inevitable dance alone.