The same box

The long winter, looking forward to a flower opening.
Cold night again whistled the years. Even the open book of the sound, but also because of the Ye Feng become some howling. Heart knows that this is just a feeling. May be asking for trouble.
There's nothing make me alone in the middle of the night listening to their favorite music to feel cozy. This is because only then I, is the most real I am. Turn off the lights, exposure to the night quietly, watching the screen flashing eyes, as if being brushed aside the curtain touched that night glittering stars. Did not want to go back to see the moon winter night. I once made a dream flower blue moon hanging in the winding, the aspirations blooming voices floated my eardrum; expectations of flower fragrance can Rongjin my sleep; expected to spend the bright light I can be walking; expectations flowers swirling in my shyness can be charming. The rotation is only time to tell me, fireworks woman, only to see flowers Whispering quiet. Moonlight is just a beautiful legend.
Past the dust, get rid of the body fell. As a result, often in a dream saw a white woman falling swirling in the eyes of those looking forward to, people heartache. At the foot of a pink pink petals, depending on the sand, such as fleeting and that DiorSkin scratch the skin and the permeability of the blood coagulation. Cece's rhetoric, and lifted the intermittent Feng ER, perhaps at this time of her ears, it was her dream before the wind and caring Huanpei phase-ming. Perhaps the smiling face too heavy, but not seen since Qiao tip of brow
Winter night, the freeze-frame images depicting the long soak in the cold moonlight. Vague but clearly leap forward. Only a dream of people confused about this jump is a pain or pleasure. Because complicating life is determined by a tiny detail of each composition. The box is the same.
What a woman is not looking forward to this life, was a person properly collections, properly cherished and carefully preserved. "Free, I panic and pain-free I, I looked around to avoid displacement, lest I have no branches, Ke Yi." Every woman wants, he can have a box, one can Morishita his smile, put away his own tears, can put away from the hand after all the loss, to take up much rice and firewood fireworks in the secular. This box, the world's women how many people get? How many people have lost? This box, I have it? I know that he was just an inside Tutao kilns, is just a bowl of Sheng Fan. Light blue and white porcelain-like rhyme and glazed, only to share its own fantasies, including heart alone. Do not know where he is standing Looking happy happy, happy, or standing in a hazy distance alone Tangzhe shallow river, streams and more cheerful, more lonely hearts. Because no one could understand my world.
Fingers turned fleeting, could argue that,'s show around in circles, really pays the bill for life are just the chirp of the photocathode where gradually more and more cumbersome, or vigorous life. Mind the distance, the box too, will always be I can not catch up with prospects.
"Love is empty. Love, such as catching the wind."
As a result, a significant desire to clean floor to ceiling windows, eager in the French window in front of a rattan rocking chair, eager to wind long before the children Piaoqi French window diffuse the white, eager to sit on the ground before the French window, with the sky, looking .... Xingyue ... the face of the bustling world, I really felt was very puzzled. Because in the physical world so rich and developed today, I can not conclusion I desire to be very simple so still very shabby.
Moon Shadow's mobile, is not the souls in driving me to walk I can not, and have been to the world?
Last night, a very sweet dream. Because I dream of the stars in the sky
Dream, very close. Wish away. The same box