In the dream, everything has its own spirit, and I was transformed into that dust, weak, inconspicuous, but everywhere.
Gan to be stepped on the foot, accustomed to lying in that old coffee table, hated by the diligent people, occupied by the lazy people ...... silently, purely, laugh at everything, unattached, no desire ......
But, from that day onwards, I had I have my own thoughts.
It was the dawn of an autumn day when I took a novel leap from the eaves of the house, enjoying the fun of falling. When I was floating in mid-air, he swooped over and caught me, gently cradling me in his arms, inadvertently looking up, and his eyes met, and so, hovering in the air, fluttering, drifting down ......
At that moment, it was as if time had stood still, as if the whole world was only me and him, dust and sunshine. ......
But the sun had risen, and he soon disappeared. I do not know what to say, just fight to disperse themselves into thousands of dust, trying to stay him, but, also can only pounce on the air, fell heavily on the ground ......
Since that moment, he took away my heart, but also gave me the force.
Since then, every night when the moon rises, I will fight to climb to the highest place. Sitting on the top of the highest mountain, waiting for him to come at dawn.
The petals of the flowers cut down by that cold moon, quietly falling beside me, told me, you are too stupid. Look at her heart in love with the moonlight, every night for him to open up, but now also did not get any response, can only be lonely into the cold earth, because this is for the different paths.
But I don't care, even if this cold wind will blow me away, the dew will wet me, I am still waiting, waiting for the dawn of the east, leaping to the first ray of the morning sun, with him crazy embrace ......
Even if, only that short moment ......