Young dream
Early morning light as thin wing-like cover tender pupil, christian louboutin boots I stand in the platform, while listening to a train roaring through the friction call the voice of the wind, carrying people go astray into the unknown, crushed almost hear the popping sound time, Memory of the white pieces and in the years under occlusal powder gear, looking at the foot of the road, which leads to plot did not know, perhaps, only the wind to the street, chasing the dream we are young. Those, we think they have been freeze-frame forever, ignorant of the youth in our journey into the eternal can not, perhaps, tomorrow, may not really be after. When young I want to be homeless after the poet, left behind in the mountains of my footsteps, in the lopsided journey description The last of the reddish, also stopped breathing in the warm wind, pick up dazzling piece of cherry blossoms, hid my backpack, fragrance-free return date of the road; I will wait for the next night against the Maple poems come, I will put half fireworks, pay homage to the unfinished road, perhaps, I will die in Beneath the tree, the headset also repeated last night in the song; the end of the road is dead gorgeous, full of the poet's bones buried cherry, say, the most brilliant cherry place where some buried full of beautiful souls; I looked up blurred line of sight from the subtle despair, beauty is the most brutal killers, the youth into a thin fault, on the road to attract you to stop chasing the pace; I thought of becoming a poet, died of thirst on the road. When young I wanted to be a painter Shen Lun, sketch the appearance of youth in pain, I will draw full of sunflowers throughout the season, in the pursuit of light and bright, blooming sweet smile, you follow the steps to forget but the pain was described by those brilliant youth, to the pain you describe a few years; I will draw several strains of floating grass dotted My Love, Tim Jiduo Lingding of white flowers, so the grass out of the Lingding floating flowers, a few Ravens just while stocks whose youth, stand to miss the branches lament, Shen Lun left behind the smell of death, where the souls jumping seems to have become the graveyard, I was buried there in time of confusion, sadness, despair; I would like to add a few Gu Ying, hovering in the light blue of the sky, revealing a pair of claws, we would die of despair at its feet, so we only pull away our old Love; your face painted melancholy Jisi I paint in your heart full of grief. There was a pen in my field, youth Anger upward shooting, detention of seed bursting shell, new shoots began to twitch, I hope the growth in the Zhuo Zhuang, tomorrow, seems to have later. I also wanted to be a wandering singer, singing in a strange city miss the sad songs of home, struck the hands of the violin, in a strange corner of the dust and scattered in the memories of solo, sounds cover any of the noisy city, in a noisy flow of people have become curious enough, erasing a climax Zheng Ming, only some muffled echo in my mind; I want to tear my throat and sing, the songs written at the end of hope, lingering wound in the city, singing well-being of the motherland, singing people's happiness, the sky speckled haze How can anyone not being dirty, the river was dyed jet black How can anyone not happy, we are happy on the couch moments of comfort; I want to sing from the raw hypocrisy of the city, winding deserted, powder is festering under the cover face, face changing times we live in a day, the mask ripped off hundreds of times, we live in a lonely little prince in the kingdom, one day a few hundred times to see the sunset, their naive thought, spit a smoke ring of nothingness, to call it naive lonely, step on a few graceful steps, twisting stiffness of the body music, designer handbags for sale to think that is called beautiful; I will take a simple square shed, and other poor people listen to me sing the despair and, after in each city, day and night under the stars sing, until the song fades into hope, until the universe shed brilliant light, so I covered each piece of the bone void.