Exile to afford free

Shimmer, hazy eyes, I do not want to see your face, I just want to quietly listen to your pulse beat of the sound. Forefinger dipped in tea wooden tables and chairs in crimson random graffiti world, but it's written into the human heart, the moment will be able to poke inadvertently long dusty ice flame adjustable desk, eye contact moment, time is like in the rest of the the flowers, so warm, so beautiful, face smudged waves, it is written in the eternal mind in the deepest mark! It is the world's most beautiful words of love!

Slender fingers holding the cup, slowly breaking the time and space dust, at that time if you're in the pole of the world, part of your landscape, in the heart of the lake, turned the shining stars of the United States, cups stay in the lip edge, sip a small mouth, do not make loud, and occasionally his eyes looked out the window, even if the time is also so slowly slip away without problems, I just want to dusk in this quiet breathing slowly taste of the city. Just in this light, the time to drink a cup of wine, Zuiwo in melodious music and is not afraid of your tender years.

The city's fish, walk in the hustle bustle of the cumbersome, the burnout of heart nor the heart to tell what it was like the taste of coffee, hurried shuttle in buildings and crowds, long forgotten the depths of the soul as well as one of the net, here you can quietly watching clouds scud across the sky, watching the misty rain lingering in the south of the mountain ah! Streets ah! Stonebridge Lane. Want to give yourself a gentle stroll wilderness time, eyes closed, what do not want, no matter what, no worry, no worries, no sorrows and joys, just quietly listening too hoarse wind the sound of twittering birds, how good!

Find such a quiet, there is no crowd noise culturelle, no trouble shuttle, clean and bright eyes like a child. Then, about two or three friends, watching the windows to find a space to sit opposite point on the jug of wine, or a pot of tea or a cup of coffee, in the dim light lazy tilt, stopping at times mottled inside, do not want to be earthly dust colored rendering. Slowly elaborate reflection in the goblet Liuniansishui, wandering in the wine slightly tipsy, I not hang around passing, but listened to the song of time. Air solidification of fleeting, overflowing hearts of people, sediment of a rainbow-like dream, a cup of tea, a jug of wine, a bowl of warm coffee, enough to disperse the winter cold hands, not to let your eyelids wet sad invasion in light of this slight, quietly listening to the call of the soul, the sounds ethereal, resounded to when the road.

Two leaves quiet window, seven feet Luozhang, you sit in the building to see the scenery, misty rain had to do not only meditate over a cavity between the next month, month Acacia dim gradually became dirt, despite how the passage of time can not afford to go . Windowsill ticking down stream like that embedded in the wine cupboard rotating clockwise the same sounds, the same stunning, as you open smile at the edge of heaven and earth rotate the same. Leisurely turning spoon, stir coffee Qinru you quiet world, such as that the world April day, rippling mind gorgeous lake hair transplant, the plumbing bloom.

Let time slowly getting old, not marks are becoming sad excuse, let you walk quietly listening time, that walking light wind, graceful as fantasy. Weary heart ah! You run down the pace of it! Do not forget to catch the shuttle train the scenery along the way, forget the purpose to when. Stop for a while now! Rapid heartbeat, weakness makes you taste this earthly joy sad music!

There is also willing your palate with plum drift Qin fragrance, leaving little time to finish a glass of water makes a product of Zen!