Opened the window there has been a moon hung high and his eyes had diffuse across the roof, it seems that thin moon on shaking, can not help but tremble a bit, the original is late autumn night wind, cool the rushing toward us.
Faint moonlight, through the window edge, put up the indistinct grating, singing along on the window, along the faint light, and slowly floated into the night sky. And the unique sound of the city, my thoughts are also with the night sky was filled.
Time, forgotten. Limited life, there can be used to forget how many, how many will be willing to forget. In the pursuit of life is, in the time where to surf, you say, you forget time, but I do not know the end is to make you forget time.
Unforgettable memories, and your life with in, you've got to forget it? Eternal love and pain go hand in hand with you always, how can you forget it.
Mo-li the window, facing the cold autumn to himself in a busy trip that was temporarily forgotten, the original can not be pure again and that innocent smile, then holding the mother's feet in the sun Huantiao that hair in the sunset years of his grandmother's silhouette.
Total want to go to the lake level to see the reflection of moon. Always want to verify that narrow the shadow of months, if it is constant once. With the ripple shadow, it seems past fluctuations, wave shadow chain, then the water How can reproduce your youth Yan Rong.
Time, I took you can only go one way, you have gone through my life, I would like to peer with you, but unable to retain you.
Closed windows, all the voices are to remain in the window, it seems there is The Last autumn soon as frogs. To lower the curtains, it seems that overshadowed all of the chaos on earth, as well as the last one that moon light. Shangri-la seems to put himself thrown into a quiet night indoors.
Only, that vigorous voice sounded again, it could not get rid of the melody is still hovering in my roof, I know, I will in the chaos of earth where the struggle, just like get out of bed and that less than one meter aperture, How can we escape from this world. You do the search for past life, you are hoping to do the next life, what else can justify the time you have?