Solo

And today the snow, waving kind of Sasa.

I sat looking out of the shop across the glass door, is a quick eyeful Xue Wu of the world, which makes the evening I thought of the Danian Ye do the dream, I actually followed that dream for years, command can get rid of. Dream is a white world, it was a snowy wilderness. I am an exclusive one, and I appeared lost, but nothing in, only the snow, his eyes is snow, the sea has become Xuehai heart, made me feel cold all the more. I do not know why they stand there, do not know what where to go, even more ridiculous is the wind blowing in that one moment under the snow that I could wear a skirt, a white dress, a color and snow the skirt. I was the only black hair and that the world is two clear of. I was blown chaos hair brush in my own face, not a bit soft, because I feel cold, have lost the ability, I hold fast to his shoulders in that bleak world ......

I know I should not have that kind of mood, but not the brain, heart driven, immense loneliness and despair that is my heart can not bear, but I can not escape.

Snow has been coming out of the noisy, bustling, thriving as the secular. As I see tired and fell asleep to the rhythm when the snow will not keep up a cell in my eyes, it seems that a lot of worry Zaibu Dong, sluggish, my eyes unsteadily a lengthy ..... there is an illusion, that snow seems to be wearing a skirt for me, but she was a man solo. . . .

I can not tell a dream, or wake up .....