In August the emotions (original)
In August the emotions (original) text / Chen obliterate day after day passed.Lamp flexor, thoughts swirling; a cup of tea and a cigarette effort, years of frustration away.Some want to hold twinkling downtown or decline, as can all the palm grip of the sand, the more tight grip, the faster the loss. Perhaps the time is such that you inadvertently Jingyi, like mountain streams, disappeared.August evanescent, my mind like butterflies fluttering in the passage of time, the beginning of autumn can be the blink of an eye. Maybe I care too sentimental and sad heart of the.Too many imaginary emotions, while ignoring those happy about the recent.Some expect some looking, not just to some of the calm, indifferent mind it?”The idea of what that person was in the dim lights.”.Is not it, you look back. Where is the cloud’s hometown?Where is the lost sheep, eating bald generations watch pastures?Only scheduled falling leaf to cover up the root, let me endless benefits and future generations.Some things go, and Qing Yang fragrance but throughout the Autumn; at this moment, I dreamed of a few mild winter, energy and the mother of the kingdom of heaven together. Summer is gone and autumn, and traces of the season, suddenly, has fine, clear.Days gone predicament, and wanted to read this predicament.At the junction of August, I was a little dazed, any wind, any Yela.Accustomed to using tap on the keyboard to vent noise inside, he used to wander in between the lines of poetry, slowly, their own tragic day as naked or vulnerable.It is expected, or will just get used to tell. Put a house Clayderman’s piano music, I love worth mentioning, think worth mentioning, let the heart soak in it.What no longer expect, quietly listening blossom water style; quietly listening Yudabajiao, insects chirping birds. Perhaps bones can not afford to reject that little naive and romantic, such as calcium, in this earthly troubles, the dissipation in the streets, still straighten soul, still believe that beauty, I believe there are some affection and warmth.Still I believe that there are so kind of love, classical, love, never fade. Joy worth mentioning, no matter whether sad, the days the sky was clear, the air is crisp dream of seeking.The go go, the past has come, and I can not wait to give up.