Fireworks deep, lonely flower

I still dream of it, Pili fireworks crackling sound awakened me. Quietly raving in my heart and soul that it is the magnificent fireworks bloom.
Oh, fireworks, fireworks. Red Dust, Red Dust. Fireworks in the mortal world, like the Red fireworks, fireworks illusory dream nobody open.
My dream Qingyin shallow, my Spiritual bandit bandit.
I walk out from the faint Songs come from? According to Yin as it gently in a dream, "I will carry on Archives, willow by Iridium, now I come to think, rain and snow started falling"; I am a woman that Plucking it? I was in the spring of fiber unfamiliar wilderness Plucking waiting for my beloved, go slowly?
Perhaps I am a woman that adopt GE. Eddy eddy water 's edge in the distribution of the blue pick-smelling wild vine wild chrysanthemum, slightly yin of "One day not seeing, such as the March Xi." Iraqis waiting for me since Ting Example edge slowly coming?
Maybe I'm just the Tsing Yi Su Yen farm woman, very quiet but hard at doing things. On foreign affairs foreign object unintentionally cruel.
However, the dream has in it the sound of Yo Yo Luming was cut move, moved into a fireworks place, the sound of firecrackers. Intrigue fantasy is my life and life shattered, came to this piece of fireworks cloud dream.
Broken. I heard the hissing Duanlie Sheng, I hear beeping sound denudation. Patch of residues in the tobacco heart broken to pieces by drunken dream.
Perhaps that very long ago, in our ancient sulfur nitrate to create fireworks when there was that the embryonic form of human society. When one day to discharge fireworks in the sky, the share of gorgeous erosion have attracted all the joy of life and life to seek the life of the United States. Then there was the Red splendid fireworks bustle of a large pool of such reputation.
But why? Why in my life, I was in the depths of a kind fireworks collapse of loneliness? Seems to have all the world's fireworks extravaganza in my mind, but also increasingly by the cool water can not be my loneliness.
Fireworks sounded in the moment, I see not the magnificent fireworks rosemary, I only see pain and Plaintive broken heart.
Fireworks in the Red, is a kind of beauty in the extreme, is a noble extension. Deep Red Dust, fireworks blur. All are Taishou look for as long as the higher Ang head, the chest quite the more direct, that life in the Red fireworks will be more brightly the more elegant the better.
Oh, magnificent fireworks bloom in the sky, drunk all of the children's hearts Yang concept, Minato gratifying lost children of all views. But the joy of the Red that busy, that bright, but good life. But why to hold the fireworks all heart? Because each and lonely hearts are yearning for a busy festive? Because every life is lonely lonely?
However, only that the only me, when fireworks of a sudden, I was suddenly that sheds tears, tears far away. I could not bear to see is so beautiful day King was broken in my eyes too is so thoroughly blurred. Eventually, even the first patch of color are looking for Sky not, and regret regret blasted in my heart faint patches of mottled.
The body into the depths of that piece of downtown, in the mortal world to walk, walk that you even lose his way home. The question over and over again with my own: I going? Where an extension of my way?
Faint depressed looking. That piece of the King of the bright and bustling neon-like is not my world, should not belong to me, not the show in my eyes. I hastily find a breakthrough as omitted. Those fireworks extravaganza was how beautiful, how gorgeous, I have more deep lonely, how sad.
When everyone in the mortal world to find the depth of the bloom of fireworks, I was outside looking for me in the Red lonely flower bloom.
Maybe life is gifted with the inferior humble, so prosperous interpretation can not stand Jasper, so see through that piece of Gongchoujiaocuo substance. Also it can not interpret that part of flower wit and life histories. Red Dust, I like the anxious degree of a rickety log bridge for years without repair, the fragile body bobbing in the pack with unsteadily to stepped through. Fact is that I do not wish to look back on a look.
I did not have time for such pursuits can be watched while walking, riding side-yin side. I have no talent nor interest. Cyangugu, I can not stand the Red's 1000 sail past the best, grown up on a steel frame and its capability of copper itself. I just want to go back to my Yo Yo Deer, Kuino of Ping in. Dream my share of slow flow For the Millennium feelings....

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