Originally, all have changed

Wind of June stole the dream of July, and in each a quiet night, there is always a heart of their dreams to miss a meteor ripped sky moment. Time in circulation, some might actually never change. Dream

Want to go further, and not ignore every season, so the bright in the wind of the night, you like a helpless young, in the bifurcation crossing back, all of the landscape around you do with lining, at this moment, but you say you're going the wrong way, suddenly all spring eyes are looking to your face, and you will no longer need to face.)

Because that year you return small, so we are not blame you in the dark moment of change during far view out. Now, the plant opened again, and peach blossom you also has changed the appearance, there are some things you should learn to a person to assume.

Silent night, shooting star you can't have them, you quickly across the net closely made a belong to his own desire. You said you have to be free as a bird, want to have colorful butterfly wings, in this world and bearing. Finally, the god to you like that happened truly care, light night you dressed in white, such as angel wings to fly to the sky high. You think you have unlimited power, everything in the world is but the palms of your hands, you start arrogant disdain and the world, began to talk. One day, you come to the earth, the earth, a girl, you said you want to marry her own bride, but, god would not like to, say you is the angel of the day, not can lust after dust himself between the drain. You gave those rules, so you give up the right, back to the angels do human living the ordinary life, quiet night, is all the time a fiction.

A drop of rain, broke the night of quiet, suddenly you gently opens his eyes and watch the scenery out of the window, looking at you that have already handsome face calm received smile, I know there are some things you actually had already know.

Take a meeting a flower XieRi, dream up will wake up from dream, sometimes we go too far away, but will forget the most simple dream, was when one day a man stood quietly window, looking at the sight of those ordinary life to appreciate quietly, just a tiny fraction of the moved, then we cannot afford the tears of attacks. So in a quiet night, reflects the moonlight, looking at the stars twinkle, we like back to the childhood, began after the deep into the dream of the heart.

Often late into the night alone and still against the rail at perform each one season during moments, when, when the sun stayed in from the east, all the dim quietly rises up all the bright light, so the life like the flower of the litter, and started a gorgeous send out an inviting fragrance. Some say there are many beautiful, but need to search for you with my heart.

Whenever the first rays of the morning the breeze on my face, whenever the sky of rain c: the my heart whenever night light and quietly flowing tip, I started with a vision of the ordinary every points wonderful go to appreciate.

Like, make the mind with quiet night tip rotation light back and forth, with a white paper draw those who once miss scenery, quiet on the bedside, smiling to sleep.

The rain has fallen into the heart gently, silent night during a rickshaw. The moment, thought I had run far away, the hot summer, thought I miss that snow, light return to mou, soft soft wind slipped across the tip, the suddenly discovered, originally, have changed everything.