The night fell and the sky was overcast. The light rain drifted intermittently, silky cool, silky sad. I walked alone on the path surrounded by greenery, unspeakably lonely or despondent. The sea of people, can meet with you, has been fortunate; more with you know, has been a million fortunate; the most with you adore, has been a million fortunate. Originally, you don't belong to me, just I am sentimental to transplant you in the softest place of my heart. At this moment, although there is no news of you, and your eyes are still there; there is no footprints of you, and your voice is still there; there is no smile of you, and the warmth is still there. I'm waiting for you, in the depths of the night ......
It is said that the music can open the closed mind, relieve the melancholy mood, and at this time, the music over there, for me to become a noise. It's just that it pushes me into the abyss of sadness. The beautiful dance disturbed my mind and made my mood more confused. I suddenly thought of the Buddha's words: life in the world as in the thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, do not move, not hurt; such as the heart moves, people move, hurt its body pain its bones, and then experience all the pain in the world. I had an epiphany, it is my heart in the delusion, it is I push myself into the whirlpool of emotions, make myself lost in the whirlpool, in the whirlpool pain struggling. I don't know when the wind will calm down, or when I will return to peace. I am waiting for you, in the raucous of music ......
Maybe I am a bit sentimental, waiting for you, is not my part. But I am obsessed with you in the rain through the night lookout. Maybe you're dancing under the neon lights; or, you're intoxicated in the cups; or, you're in the heart of the writing. Maybe my image has never appeared in your mind, maybe my appearance is just a cloud on the branches of your life, maybe we just met at the right time in the wrong place. And I, perhaps, was just wishful thinking, putting myself in a messy situation. Looking up at the sky, still cloudy, drizzle sporadic, carrying the pain of my loss. At this moment, do you feel a heart-like `image floating in front of your eyes? That is me, a lonely heart in a little bit into pieces. I am waiting for you, in the messy thoughts ......
I am confused, seems to be doing a magnificent dream. I am a flower in the dream, and you are a passing flower watcher. The flower is also merciless, the flower is also sentimental, got your careless caress, it will be the deep love, gladly will be burnt brilliantly. If you really love, even if it's a flash in the pan at night, it's enough to remember, enough to savor, enough to warm up. Just a dream to wake up, the scene has been different. Can not wait for you, this is not your fault, and with me, with beautiful sadness, gone ......