The bond of energy and memory, always very subtle very strange. Want to forget forget, do not want to forget, they are certainly not remember, desire to remember, always vague, should not remember, you should be remembered for no reason. Many would like to consider, however it is the obsession inside the fade. There are men and women who think they forget, the least talk about me. Originally, the memory of those people who were not forgotten, since that forgotten, except for really forgotten. Perhaps because of miss too rigorous at a time, rrt's going to occasionally confuse reality and memories, many piles of woven right into a dream. As if the time back, everything back up in prior times, so familiar, and also so true. Can dream a desire, in any case, always awake. Beautiful scenes settled, returning to reality. Many of the good are cruel, more beautiful. Better cruel whenever the burst; are good short, like fireworks throughout the night sky, just gorgeous instant; are common good heavy, but they can not help but feel lucky knowing. Dream more beautiful, more sad reality, an intense and distinctive contrast, again beating heart only persist. Think a lot, inevitably hurt a lot of. Crying, not always mainly because of the sad, perhaps because happiness; silence, certainly not by reason of anger, perhaps owing to loneliness. Tears of sadness forever only to prove a good, but can also not get new existence of grief. Long road, the ups and downs from the total help people, not sufficiently strong enough enough, although the reality too stiff. And loneliness will be born, but they can, due to busy and forgotten; Sometimes, because of the joy and concealed; sometimes overlooked caused by pain. Feel, is not to mean which does not exist, quite as a shadow-like around loneliness, inside my heart, inside dreams, with the invisible corner, quietly watching. After the dead of night, alone, whenever it unforgettable feel. Searched, looking at the sky, precisely what is not looking, but lonely, just lonely. Heaven is indeed big, if you're able to accommodate every one of the sadness away. Lonely birds, and lonely people, mutual self-pity. Flowers bloom, the grass long dry grass, Yan Yan to continue, everything come, easy be put into a rush. Like become older, through the years in a big hurry. Thinking back, unfortunately Fame, straightforward to hurt. Cheng pulls dreams have switched vanished, continues to be incapable to open back empty sigh. Years gone. All of those prior to now, tangible signs were blown over, scattered and incapacitated. Invisible thoughts, they relax the depths of memory, slightly inattentive and ran out disrupting the calm heart.