This season, such as dreams, this feeling, like the Holy Land. A dream season, I the old track, gently come back. Their homes, like a piece of Taoyuan. bonuses grass green, rolling Shakes the Barley, rice green, the wind dancing Liu. Thousands of miles away there is no noisy crowded, quiet the mind, simple and floating in the air over the region. Have good memories of their homes, it is so quiet, sparsely populated, no longer see past the smile flowery nightmare, never had heard the voice of no concern, my childhood, my partners have been archived in the memory They have long been off the East and West.
back into Yunyan past, but memories of this long continuously. Also remember that less time away from home, hidden in the hearts of the high office day dream, had lost, had been suffering, had heart-breaking, all the way but losing hope for the future. Adhere to the road travels for a long time for a long time, even when tired, do not see exports. the those years. Many of those around us, many things through, has started in my mind gradually blurred and even forgotten, such as the time from the same life. Forgotten, has not heart-breaking. Was less sensitive so fragile heart has become so quiet, no longer easily from the slightest waves. Along the way, tears of laughter to make possession of the bottom of my heart. I still dream of pain, and still insist on a smile. Only be changed appearance, but is still lingering dream. No place of their youth, the dream of no place, there is no place to place heart of hearts! Dream of a hard heart, hard heart of the dream!
winds are very light, very light cloud. Heart is also very light, very long way. Had the dream, it is still very far away, like clouds floating in the air the same, it seems that the Quartet is still free. the sky or so, then far away. Back after the storm of these, filled with emotion, a long way to go. Because this dream, I pain from falling too. Hopefully, this is only between a dream and I am a small , I hope, this is only a joke inadvertently life.
In this dream season, I returned softly. For the soul open to find a short-term.