Go back, that white sky.
Autumn of that year, is so cool, is so, let me get rid of, so I hardly expect hair transplant. Remember, you and I fight from the patch of clouds, in the air, rendering the bleached white, pure, in the air, like a spirit flying, floating around, but nowhere wandering. As you my heart like nowhere wandering. Time is like dyes, have a colorful color, ruthless painted red or cloud, also painted red patch of sky belongs to us adjustable desk. I have nowhere to escape, but to let the wind and rain.
Wandering, wandering in the wind you my heart, this quest he found the light, Qieqie find, that point belongs to you my stars, I cry, run, may the wind be my way you do.
Get lost, get lost in the rain / fall you and I, and then getting up, and then remembered, but found that clouds are no longer, the heart has not been fly away, culturelle has disappeared. Will have it, I asked myself. That part of our cloud, across the sky once again you and I, let us to pursue. Direction, and I have a direction, and that is what I think it should be my dream, my heart's dream. I can run, I am very happy, even excited, excited to finally have their own direction, with a road. I think everyone has their own way, regardless of ups and downs, vicissitudes. With or without flowers, happiness, joy, must go on, go on a firm, happy go. To dream struggle electrical desk.
This year summer, glowing white frost on the grass, white clouds glowing white, you and I embarked on their own way, remember, the original, still remember what is the use, after all, go back, go back sky.
Cold night. Alone before the trip, under the sky.