Some people say that they have had a beautiful dream, but as soon as they wake up that dream will dissipate, and they will no longer be able to remember the beautiful scene in the dream. In fact, what is the difference between a dream and a dream, you are in it, experiencing those things, the scene in the dream is your past life and present life reincarnation, but also your future observation, only at some point in time some of the scenes so that you remember very clearly.
That is not to say that you are actually here in the dream, if you are obsessed with their own dreams and do not want to wake up, since the fear of not being able to stay in that beautiful, why not visualize your dream in front of your eyes, that way whether you will still be intoxicated in which can not be extricated. If you say that you want to spend the rest of your life in that dream with you, I don't know if you can also realize it?
We haven't seen each other for a long time in the past few years, and I don't know if you're still doing well. The year you came into the dream, you have not left, and then to the time of reunion, why no longer come into the dream. I'm not sure if you've captured all my beautiful dreams, but only a blur of the back. In the wind also with the dance of the autumn leaves away from me, then I also fantasized that one day you will still step on the green stone, once again into the dream with me **** the rest of my life.
However, until the twilight years have not seen you that fair back, is it really a dream of the yellow sorghum, the end is a dream.
These years is really a dream, that you said those words is also true half mixed, everyone said I am a dreamer, then you will give me an answer this time, perhaps I went to find you.
With his eyes slightly open, he still can't let go of the dream of the fair woman, but he searched the ends of the earth and the sea and couldn't find the one who made a vow with him to **** the rest of his life. The world said he was possessed by a demon, has been in a muddle for several years without ever awake, his words before he left, and no one cared. With no idea later, the day of the burial of him like the cocoon out of the butterfly disappeared, the people did not notice.
When wandering around on the street, he found that those who once did not know him as a person, as if his existence is like a dream that is not remembered by all. But fortunately he found her, when he searched the ends of the earth she is still as young and beautiful, but she has been a woman, is a child's mother. If he had found her earlier, would she have been his bride. He loved her and could not stay away from her, and he kept to her side.
He was afraid that the one she had would bully her, but it turned out that he could do nothing at all. He looked at her day after day with tears, gradually thinning face, the heart of remorse, why they can not help a little help, even for her to wipe off the teardrops on her face can also. The heart seems to be clutched by a large palm, slowly tightened, so that he was a little breathless.