The last of the a wisp of rays finally burn up the noise of the earth replica oakley sunglasses, each in the arms of the night, for a short rest. The streetlights across the gleam of sadness fell, the dim the halo of telling of the night in a desolate, far away in the neon narcissistic, bouncing time excessive colour only to hide the night's loneliness, such a night, let a person even put in early summer season, but feel heart over a small cool.

The silent night, lonely soul, meet with the world of mortals scattered in the past years together into my mind. A woman came to age, to the life is no longer in any ambition, of pursuit is a kind of poised state of mind, however, the world is a lot of time thinking can about the reality, the reality and not the boycott of the vulgar, everyone involved in the busy world, many are also in deduce the light of the prosperity of the world, and when the night off the sunshine of splendid, and covers the lights and how much the dreams you hatred.

Silently I picked up the pieces of the past or, stand in the palm, with the other a shaking hand will it together, tears was not seen, is unable to restore youth! The hasty years swept through all my enthusiasm of life, the flow of time without into the river, steps already tired, the heart is icy, time motley memory also gaunt face, put me into the profound loneliness, the bitter taste of life alone. Insincere, forced a laugh, and become the theme of my daily life, it may make the lonely soul find a little comfort.

Night already deep, half bent on string high up and poured the afterglow of lonesome, I sorting messy feeling, afraid to conceal me at moonlight sincerely, it is a habit of hide, a long time ago I had learned to it, for fear of injury, fear of their weak bear secular oppression, more afraid of the bones that promiscuous uneasiness can like a horse now the mustang, people is itself a bundle of contradictions, strong and weak, happy and sad, no more than is deduce the technique of life, which is the embodiment of in their own value orientation, beat weak, strong will upgrade; Put away sorrow and happiness will magnified indefinitely.

Bowed down disappeared, and a faint sad entangles the lock the heart, with tired out heart lonely in the world of mortals ramble, once upon a time, losing the proud, lose faith and lost the really lost friends, and the constant in what is right and what is wrong, virtual and actual around the edge of the lingering, see all earth changes in temperature, had tried everything life vicissitudes of life, but not life this too massiness of them books. Old friends are already across the future, can contact have few, childhood playmates is the scattered, no sign, the boundless universe, generality, fate is difficult to find, and finally, it is difficult to find, sigh a lifetime, can only "mo make cup deep amber strong", "wake up to space and time ZhuHua red".

Lonely on a floating clouds into under, lonely for a persistent, deep starry sky, which a dream of happiness is my down? The meaning of life are continually beyond, beyond difficult, the self, with constant pursuit and exploration, to refresh life gray page, I believe that the vast xinghai, will have a star in for me and shining cheap new era 59fifty hats, praying for me, through time and space, through the long night of loneliness, in a time of happiness and heart intersection!

Loneliness has become a habit, ruyingsuixing, sorrow become a character, performing, such I become a version, explaining the life of loneliness and helpless, although have the warmth of home, although have fullness of life, these, are not enough to make a deep heart floating in the lonely ashore, perhaps is innate, perhaps because the sentimental, always get used to a sad feeling the feelings of the little drops of life, scene the fallen petal, night wandering, a wisp of autumn wind, a mesh desolate, and the feeling of the moment always can touch sensitive nerve.

Nature can't change, change the only time and space under the crisscross if dream buckish, BaiShang blossom, where heart return? The river flows through the years quietly, carrying those no one can read the lonely and sad, forever disappeared in the end of the time...