A mood

 A mood
text / a heart of Hong
not remember how long, if there is no such calm down and write something long, because for a long time not in the mood, this dialogue with the feelings of the heart.
During this , there is nothing to feel numb, and he laugh I live does not make sense. Oh, I said, at least still alive, more helpless ah!
met you until today, a people who have never seen and familiar, I know what is lost these days, is bright, pure, is the heart of incense. you say, in order to silence the bitter struggle for the fleeting time Lost in, but also for all the fuzzy ideals, but also the mentality of the heel Fuzao students no longer is the original of their own, and I epiphany, turned out to be the first he had lost his.
perhaps because of relentless time, may have life, inducements, may be a good human greed and lazy, like a lost teenager, wandering , hesitate, lose a substantial thing that is aggressive? nostalgic or tranquil? thin broken pieces you said, sad, and thinking, is there not to wake up pain, wind blowing, touching years end, but I do not know what's wrong. So, my eyes, emerged out of you at this time of quiet, serene, like talking about the same as others, in fact, I know that these languages come from your heart, and like I sit narration, a remote and quiet sadness.
of Sweet, I? you ask yourself, sounds and more depressed. face in the crowd, maybe you are not happy that one, as the crow cuckoo , is bound to be bittersweet tragedy. pervaded the world desires, rare in this lonely, sometimes a careful look or taste slowly, lonely old heart took a break up, it grows in the dark night of the soul, touching, tear-jerking, after the toggle is distant-clear.
delicate perhaps lonely, and dream of the cold, such as the autumn wind is blowing, Among, the singer song, cry those tears, but you can not use this to write the tenderness and innocence, hold that touch the heart of Hong because you want a pure heart with more life, more want the pure incense with you heart. Despite wise can not do, but as long as it is faint ground floor in our heart, tired confused distributed soft, sweet touch of humor, which is How glad and satisfied. the only way to feel If his. And these words, the most pleasant evening.
fresh is the desire to float a dream is a fantasy, and life in the portrait in the fresh summer fantasy rainbow after the rain, others seem colorful, while he was a barman. But this time, this night, to open the mind, whether it is a talk, or an affair, are so good!