Cry In The Wind

Is I hold you out, but just go to the gate, she heard you mother standing in a window yelled at: but let her stay, even if she stood, I also want to let the child in my arms to close my eyes...

For the first time, because mothers, tears. It turns out she repeatedly stop me out, and again I will stay at her side, and I want to get married, are not happy, is just too not give me this near-death children. We two people, have all wander in the brink of death, but will eventually we connected, in addition to the life of a narrow umbilical cord, and I will never be able to return a cavity of the true love.

In my memory, always be such figure: in the evening, a lane jiangnan get hit tsing yi, dressed in long hair in ancient gray, and be baptized long years, washed breath, leaving gently walked through in the interpretation. I'd like to, so of the day is very luxury, did not think of afterwards but into reality.

Through the rain in the south of the street, I maintain the dream of the most true, still looking for jiangnan breath, tsing yi not appear, had to continue in my memory continue. The ceaseless rain have become my sad excuse, depressing my soul, I suffocation, reluctant to do so let the soul to die.

The universe's world, appear weak, I couldn't find that its life; In life's turn, lost many, also got the feeling of a lost. But that kind of memory has never been life erased. Spots of dotted with the fire of hope also. I always have this consolation.

A pure chance, I kindly grasp his passing through the years, I with people on the bus to the thousand islet lake, it is in the life journey, I see many can not use the facts change life. Marcus in on, look at many of the birds, I'm caught in the crowd, look at the nature of the living creatures was powerless to stop it, I feel sorry for them, only one life but no independent life, it is a kind of sorrow.

I told myself. See bird, but very strange many. People always have different between life, we can't change each other, always shoot is natural, human nature, and a spirit of the mandala, let me 10000 regrets. In turn, the moment I see a boy, very thin, in the crowd at the tail of the birds, and deep meditation, I think he must be in want to, the natural creatures will not very happy, will someone in the bully him, I suddenly he respectable up. Perhaps his life had yet to know, but I should not be so shallow his good wishes of soul.