2012年9月5日星期三
a handful of smoke rising
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Do not know who sprinkled the night of the net, so I plunged into the endless darkness, for people who love the night, during the day is how zombie-like living. Like the solitude of the night, not because it is not afraid of the dark, but at night, you can be a real touch to his soul. Because they have the body during the day can not be presumptuous emotional tears, only quietly in the night to daytime after breakdown of the sadness of the soul. In the night no one is watching, you can enjoy the appreciation of their own unique scars. Put on a free-backed chair, gently leaning against the side of the the Quartet wooden window that his mouth and touch the ancient incense table can dilute this one point on a cigarette, suck and spit, and imagine the scent of the nicotine concentrated concentration of sadness; imagine at the end of the line of the night, so a person: leaning against the window, watching the darkness, lit cigarettes, perhaps, at the moment she was looking at distant fireworks sparking quietly trance; watching only a handful of smoke rising, light and scattered, and longs for the disappearance of smoke can be weathered this land of tears, but the fog lifted, tasteless, leaving the solution can not heartache. One night, she is used to find the footprints of the moon, to see, will be a comfort, not seen, they hurriedly looking, guess she is quietly hiding behind the clouds is a duo goes by the silent tears, I will be looking at the dark cloud, to accompany her with sadness. Heard moonlight heating the woman will never feel sadness, while walking in the sun shining under this life, it is doomed to sadness in the night. Clear, bright, multi-hoping that heavy moonlight can sprinkle me a deep sense of poetic, this life situation fixed a stack and a stack with a plaintive write shijian to be found in the future after the reincarnation once story;, or a colorful crystal bottle of network TV drama about to wind and scattered moonlight, at any time close at hand to witness my life how sad. I've also heard that people love month Complex, the outcome is bound to be sad, I, however, has chosen to love this Ruoyouruowu, flowing slowly in the moonlight, I know, this is not a chance, if it is doomed, I gladly accept that unsure of the fate. My youth is not worth a good collection of photos, because this Homecoming day with the background color of the night. Tonight, fingers gently moving the keyboard of black-and-white, as if stroking one another a long time unhealed scars, but also like accusing God man faces. Tired heart, tears, and the new point of a cigarette, quietly enjoy smoke rings appear and disappear, the helplessness, the taste of this unique process, so that only a handful of smoke rising to take away my life doomed the solitude .
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