Different life

Once we
Once we, lean together tightly like dandelion. Get warm gathering around, breathe and integrate, a growth.

Promise, oath swirl are on our smile and eyes pupil of the trust.

Hairy friendship, soft and pure white, rise all over our ambition. But these, so fragile.

We who are muddleheaded can’t get rid of natural strength all the time - -Wind, is blowing lightly and lightly, wisps of silk silks.

We who are ignorant, float passively.

Wind, no trace involve us, to the unknown region, leave.

We who are superficial, leaving the famous scenic spot that grows up successively, towards the bizarre and motley all directions, go straight.

We ripple in the arms of the air, float, dizzy and confused, get drunk in a complete mess.

We, smile, leave, turn round, answer a pupil. Only leave, scarred receptacle, return to zero, rotten lonelily.

From then on, we parted company with each other, each distributed the things, flew to and had not worked for the field of one side. It is the ocean, is it the forest, or the cliff?

The earth has rotated and rotated, the life has risen and fallen, flowing of stream, the sea water tide also rises the tide, the dance step of the ticktack of the second hand, is turn-taking.

Years are passing lightly and lightly.

All of us have changed, thorough. You know I, I do not know you, remember that piece accompany he of us in the past still more.

Once promise, ice-bound birthplace when old of oath, emit the pale shimmer.

We are the same as the shape stranger. Meeting for the moment, to the eyes looked at, there are only cold and detached and formal smiles.

The inanition of the bottom of heart, rise of itself sad and drearily.

The memory of the brain depths, fill out and is discontented with the absolutely empty ventricle. The heart, a slice of one that extended endlessly went out of cultivation.

At the pitch-dark night, the tears, row the face that has already changed quietly, permeate through the skin, go together with blood. It is all over that Ying winds, fire out pain.

We, are pregnant with the new life too, is participating in the circulation that is stuck to   Keeping that one of the place of bottom of heart difficult with the love of the speech

Final result can’t be perfect forever, can’t go out of the tight encirclement that has been already fixed.

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Ride etude of the bicycle
I riding the bicycle feel it is the such having no way out, but I am still restrained goes to face the reality having no resolution. All these feelings faced are such a cause. Not that I am still moaning the etude like this! The self- feeling that it is still instigated that the feeling of tossing and turning is? What I experience on the road is not not merely scene one bright and beautiful, it is not like this that it is the meaning walking haltingly to have and have no resolution! The choice is what has been felt as before like this tells people to carry out orders. It is self- esthesia to affect when the ones that are affecting rotation and outline of the bicycle are when toss about in bed. I of the bicycle can ride a one’s own bicycle, set foot on one the vagrant journey of distant place, prince of fairy tale ride white horse go princess beautiful that look for of the forest sleeping peacefully. I am always asking. I can surprised on I unusual idea those in the past often, from I being light to take care room germinate out in a tender one, it caused me to sink in vagrant illusion from then on directly too at the same time. In the dream, I am always riding a azure bicycle that sprayed paint, go slowly along the bank, then savour it from going up a slope to the happiness of making underriding. That unsmooth rubber tyre of the spiral pattern, has ground my dream many times. Saying good-bye to the bicycle begins the new journey, this is roam without risk and passion, I have passed by the way that I should take without exception, until today. It is still that initial innocent dream that just long for and is not forgotten in the heart. Just as the roller chain of the bicycle is rotating ceaselessly, but is rounding that initial circle all the time. It is no longer for roaming about, but want to savour the feeling of riding the bicycle again, have that one’s own memory. In the one, can ride bicycle, roam at will, when being noisy, look for one to name the quiet thing. 

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