2011-1-25

My article ~, 'Lose.Μe ~ A miss to find a shoulder to rely on (2010/01/25/12: 00) View Font: medium and small Lianlianhongchen, running in this busy rush of the crowd, suddenly There is a biting sadness in my heart, the heart very tired, very tired. I do not know which kind of came to know way back in the loss and helplessness, just as one is involved in the dust in the wind alone, butterfly, wings Zaibu Dong is a kind of past life on the afterlife of homesickness. Even if you love and be loved, so what? Even if you have a desire for all people in the world of perfection and happiness, so what? Feeling that travelers will not disappear because they are away.
may be fireworks at dusk to see the distance Can-rising and instantly engulfed by night; be Dream a night of snow; may be reading a a flash of joy; even hear the voices of flowers may be a surprise when it may be on the train, plane, even in a crowded street, the crowd crowded supermarket, a sense of loneliness suddenly my heart, look around and wanted a shoulder to rely on, not for love, not for eternity, just this minute alone!
; see In the boy's shoulders, the boy not dared to touch her, did not dare disturb her, only nervously looking out the window, while the girl's hair to the wind stir into the boy's face was handsome .... ... It is a young, young, aesthetic, and love is also ignorant of the feelings connected to being loved.
life a hundred years, it was considered too short Shaohua, it was thought that a long hard time, but after the long journey of life, not a baby can relieve you of all the lonely heart. Run around in a hurry, maybe we all need a shoulder to lean on suddenly.
late at night, each brightly-lit cities, are busy and lively desire to trap. One day incarnation as the butterfly, fell into a virtual world, even here is a desire to find paradise. Looked at every one or brilliant or depression, or vulgar or elegant net, I have a deep sadness, behind each name one by one because the lonely cry of the soul, hidden in the aspirations of one or imprisoned desire --- even if only short-lived fad of.
Perhaps, some people in order to soothe the body, it was the lonely soul in order to resolve, but at the moment, everybody into the same dream, so all the ideas or the desire to Here are converging to the cry of the silent cries of ...good distance, and let's meet by chance in this short time that evolved into the winter night sweet sorrow ......。