Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ink Xi dust

Yellow memory newspeak leave your painting, you said you like the color of the ink is;

The photograph lonely beach on to write down your lonely, you said you Xi is invariable pursue;

Ups and downs in his family drew his attention you print on the vicissitudes of the past, you said you helplessly sigh with regret is dust.



You said you like to look into the night sky, the all over the sky stars did not find out the star of their own;

You said you like to pursue the boundless sea, but never touch her face;

You said you like listening to the murmur of wild geese in but don't understand them helpless to voice;

You said you like feeling of love; the atmosphere, it always stay in the one horn of the sad.



You said you had and there are now many impossible dream;

You said you miss the carefree childhood in the endless wilderness; laugh

You say you hate the but again can't escape is full of copper rank world;

You said you took your life as a one thousand years after the earth cycle;

You said you want to forget all those who are not happy.



You said Xi dust is your ink/inadvertently balderdash, but let you wandering for a long time;

You said Xi ink/within you dust is PuChen, occupies an important position;

You said Xi dust is your ink/memory clips, and left behind the heroine of feeling;

You said Xi ink/the story of dust is you.



You said you're not going to write beautiful and profound words;

You said you have ordinary life every day;

You say you work hard to forget something,

But no matter how to do less than;

You said that in fact, life is short.



You said we are all birds, ranked in the earthly;

You can find in the earthly said maybe you want;

You said you're not a child growing,

You said you sometimes don't want to do.



You said "we are all the same,

The same looking for the true,

But don't be lost a precious;

Can only empty sigh.



You say that do Xi ink will be more happy, dust

Because there is no dust Xi ink dust.



The world of mortals tears, who could pity

Ink already do, only keep dust

Heaven and earth as Xi die...

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