Murmuring voice of the fall moved someone to water ones tears which was maybe years coffee. I've no taste of wine, but I knew who was all liquored up. Roses in night embalms ashes of memory; lonely coffee cup
is tearing with no sense of being disturbed by winsome breeze. Your heart, made a livelong travel with night winds, enjoying landscape and reality and dreams of the world. Where to be from and where to be down, however, maybe no beginning, or no ending, if only you're living.
既然爱情是心里最美、最沉重和最缥缈的诗篇,就从这里开始,从未知的位置结束。
Since love is the most romantic 、the deepest and the most tenuous poem, we are from here and end from some where unknown.
If some day , the love comes to you slightly, how do you face? What you've done is to be perseverant without any hesitation, or lay whose soul on the opsite side of restriction, face to face from far way , wallow in each other's grief, or else have your soft spot in the deepest, and rail the love into somewhere to be fired all by a great fire.
If you've sunk down , nothing to be worthy of astonishment, for if a moth don't fly to the fire, with a duration It still end by a fire of the fire of wish. So nothing blame attached to you, because there're originally many exclamation points, and no one can make clear whether he 's the best one or not。
If you've sunk down , being hurt, nothing signify. Turn about , shut the door, let the music smooth your pain, get wind and showers washed your sadness away. When the day breaks , you'll have anther world.
If you've retreated, been back, been hurt, still nothing pain? You should seek to some things unknown if no answer. whether the direction is right or not, with a sad or happy end, you're definite to select. What of them? All the fragrances here are unique but the past, and there're endless unknown corners to wait for those advancing. No one can live for love all the time, if so, it just like all the dreams come to the world which will be fearful.
Rather a legend than repeating here, since time and space have never been again, why are you so devoted to seek for the vanished trace. So many men passing along, maybe what you're finding have already been marked away, and only your heart left in some corner sunless.
When you're tired, just relax beside the way, add a ladle of clean water to the empty glass, and append some solid food in your wizened traveling bag. Enjoy winds and rain-the music you carry about, and you've been the background of the flowing flowing clouds and smooth water unconsciously. Come naturally ,and back the same way