End of the world is called the horizon, the horizon is the end of the sand, the Red dream final fall, love and hate walking in troubled times struggling, even the stars were crying, lost his way in the night, fireflies broken one of Ayutthaya, leaving the following are endless barren ---- Inscription
Occasionally, I will believe everything has an end, there is time left together nothing will last forever, but I sometimes prefer nostalgia does not let go, until the landscape are seen through, perhaps you will accompany me steady, listening to Faye Wong this is the first "red" bleak beautiful melodies, touching sad mood, accompanied by the rhythm of the waves off the layers ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Shake off the season scorching sun broken shadow, heartbreaking past, insisted on by the wind flow, the dream of July, at the top of the cliff ｄｒｏｐ a self purgatory kingdom! Alone, lonely, alone, waiting, alone Pina move forward and to stay together, Restricting the chaos of fireworks in this mortal world, there is that caress the dark pair of listening ears, fiery thoughts, and the reality of climbing vines do not despair stop to sink .......
Castle of the original is not old, as the white head; green water of the worry, because the wind wrinkled face, when the west wind down when people have lost a total of Castle, the city has become an island, life has become a pair of shackles, the wings of a dream faded feathers in a circle, eyes locked, locked brow, like locked ink filled yesterday, and sometimes, sometimes, might think, at some point someone will be with you stroll stage , laughter too! In just one day, everything went back home, he came over, like a wisp of wind, leaving traces gorgeous. Go away, looking back, a nothingness. Already know, this is life.
Awake at night, lonely silence, heavy smoke desert wind. I suddenly had the time between the fingertips, a paper ink, faint melancholy life, light holding pen, black hair hanging down, rice paper folding, it was the wrong time of resentment, a distant ring of flute, cleared sleepless sorrow.
Not afraid of the distance across the long and arduous journey, I’m afraid, in foggy mind, read the fire in the water, so the suffering as a result, even just in vain to pay. Who knows, after the fireworks have gone through those fleeting, it only blurred flashes.
Ever meet, once with trouble. Once, a look can drown, you can flooded. Perhaps you are still in the world of addiction. Once so so fit, who can tell just passing through. About minutiae, which has been unclear exactly is real and what is misty nothingness, and later, in a gust of wind rhymes in a suddenly too, so so, no intersection, whether sad can this cut off, no pain, choose a blank , no one passes. One stormed, twist off all reason.
Finally found really nothing, it will last forever, there is a parting is wiping her tears, not look back!