Enjoy loneliness

You said, time??? What???

I think it's a rest day and night the rivers. There is no hope, no despair, and no colour and the voice. So, not with the change of the four seasons and change itself. In addition to the crowd, there are also no temperature rise or fall. The flat surface just kept through days of shadow, the shadow of the tree and person's shadow.

So, in my lifetime, all the pathos and hate, look to dream; and Including fighting for any effort, just is to give his time and again comments. Need not careful, comprehensive. This is not very understand?

Although my breath or searing, my skin and inside of the blood vessels and is no ties to the temperature of the water of the river, and even can't touch closely together, constitute the crisscross acted in collusion with each other and grain, every time, everywhere to show the time itself exists. Lay it on any one place, any a corner, invisible to tell all kinds of hardships and bumpy road.

It has no intention of on the bottom of my heart, the cloud and the starlight petals, and radiant light of morning has brought the illusion, like there has never been a general. Ultimately not is also took his body temperature disappeared in memory. Perhaps, and some exciting words still kept waving the past the past, that must be deeply the dark of the night the most lonely time, once many times your eyes are wiped the discerning, brilliant, such as the village head tree thick is a performance of pear. However, life is only a statement...

Still didn't come near before the poetic aura of the source. This river in ignorance of the no sleep greatly, subtle was shaking, and the universe when the breathing of the breath, through the misty nothing desert, again and again in the ups and downs of the flow of changing their laden with a big life group oriented toward a more valuable direction slowly away. This is the last time the start...