The soul of the night is with life

that... night......

Mengwen

2016-4-11 23:07

That night, the dream was overturned in the bone marrow every second.

Then, the night and the soul lightly buckle a past life and this life...

Who in the silent night is like an ancient mummy, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the wind to come, and the foot fog is light.

Life is a few more than a little cool, frying and frying near the years how enchanting.

Idealistic as always, firm again and again, strong again and again...

Miserly panic can't change the look of the tentacles...

All this is not because there is a kind of attachment in the heart, but a kind of luxury...

All the flowers that rely on evolving into that sunshine grow, each opening up in the paddock of the seasons...

Because some jet lag, only stay on the surface, not a lifeless ornament, but a sense of taste in the depths of the soul...

The longer it goes, the more a page of psalms, a slight departure, a little joy, without too much noise...

It, just like this, the passage of seconds and seconds, is quiet and rising, and the fingertips are often busy...

And I only need to face the soul when passing inches...

Then, look at the face of a lifetime...