The same scenery, watching is different in different eyes.
— daughter HeJing
Late in the first, the edge of the waking and dream, everyone s B, I also in line with international standards of fashion, discarded drank half of tea, sven took coffee, also false fart smells SAO without sugar. Traffic outside the window, people... Flooded the whisper of thought.
Hands tired out temperature of coffee cup, the heart is full of beautiful scenery, dusty in the coffee tonight, lost themselves, cut the skin of pain is the soul of the dead tired.
Refers to knead small spoon wearily turned slowly in the cup, the ear is like a piano for rock in drift, casual counting the remaining traces of life.
Light with breathing bitter, fool fool me empty memory, tonight, I will sleep with who?
Lost a morning chardonnay colorful dream, drunk amorous feelings of tang poetry of graceful and restrained, silly B I picked up our sentence fragments, I also write poetry?
In the clouds playing with a coffee to tea, suddenly feel still have some things didn't do this evening, there were a few silk himself should keep an eye on life and treasure. A poem, a song of songs, the scenery of a stray... Own life do not need to understand, do not need comfort... Poetry time far away, but sound and diction of the poem.
Those who don't give up and persistence, the heart touched and satori, the echo of the soul to breath...
Out of the window, the horizon will be all the way to melt, vaguely changan overflow me unreal in the helpless eyes in the dream, read you, drunken twittering of vagrancy...
Snow cover is the base of the dirty, tonight, coffee without sugar.