That complicated the summer , how much memory erased
Like looking at the stars , like waiting for the arrival of autumn , like the sun setting sun leaning slightly , like a daze , feeling like a person , like a person writing ......
"A person is always on a strange road , watching strange scenery and goods strange life" tired, tired, how can we stop and rest, I want a long winter plum , I want no rainbow arc waiting .
In the long school road, withstood many thorns ? Crossed many harbor ? This pass heart came with the struggle for the pursuit of this road , the road sad pain hit together , the way the climax coming , what reason to choose retreat , what is the right to choose to give up, not that the rest of the way his pen , the way the rest of the suspension is not on voluminous .
Starry -ming cicadas phase , phase passes, reincarnation , vicissitudes, desolate, helpless, had this fantasy of my dreams, and complicated period , is deserted , is a different kind of sad.
I'm tired of dependents of the setting sun , I believe in the sky, I pursue the Galaxy . Have now there is stilI hope left! Junior high school life washing fresh air , junior pursuit drowned starry expanse , junior high expectations can overcome numerous students studying ?
With his own dream day after day. Daily classroom exercises daily , daily waiting , like this achievement is what ? Why can not say why every time with his own sad hurry to leave the campus , and students do not play , there is no communication with teachers , and parents no greeting , only rainbow different course alone.
When the first star shining up into the night sky , when the first hello little no sound coming from the window , when the first piece of thin blue sky dotted with clouds , and learn not to wait , is the constant pursuit , is constantly desire , that with the relentless pursuit and desire !
Everything is quiet and dead fish , loneliness and emptiness , but also in the hearts of playback , enough imagination, should not have had enough suffering , enough of depressed mood , had enough of the hypocrisy of the secular, had enough commitment , fed up with everything, but there is a gust of wind made me ...... ---- silent words !
I do not know how the future , I do not know how cruel imagination , I do not know how ruthless memories , I do not know why ... I do not cherish .
The car had enough love and affection flower will wither ; had enough love and affection of the fish can not survive ; had enough love and affection of their own is unable to stand up .
Perhaps, instant , moment, secular and is about to change , all they have in the past , the more memory the more sad, more sad more painful , why should I own torture ourselves ? I just took his dream, to go their own way , creating their own world , how can not it ?
Traditional summer dream, his dream
Traditional summer expectations, the expectations of the dream
Traditional summer pursuit, the pursuit of their own
Traditional summer of sadness, sadness dream
Traditional summer desolate and silent , depending on the night the stars shine on ;
Traditional summer ignorance and ignorant , depending on the fan in the summer breeze on the waves.