So the heart is like still water, difficult to rise waves.

As watery night, as watery moon, lonely night, everything is so peaceful and quiet. I don't know when, the sky drifted up a slight rain; and that the moon did not know when there is no trace. Outside the window, that point of light, under the attack of fine rain, become confused and hazy ......

Originally, everything can be so beautiful; just, need you to use a quiet and calm heart to appreciate ......

These days heart The heart is surprisingly calm, even in writing, the heart is like water, it is difficult to rise a ripple.

Tonight I sit quietly, leaving behind the distractions of the world, inviting a glass of red wine to accompany me, gently, talking to myself about the life of a little bit, success or failure, emotional ups and downs.

Like red wine, not because it has how good to drink, just do not understand, why it is in the years of precipitation of time the longer, the more can have a better quality of taste. The red wine is like life; so why? Why can't you get better quality results when you've had the same amount of time to settle down over the years?

My eyes are filled with red blood, each representing the grief I once had. I've been saying goodbye to sleep for a long time now, simply because the moon lights up the night, and the night has me in it! Am I abusing myself with happiness? Sleep! That can be God's gift to me, the only one that can give me a moment of peace! And now, I don't even want it ......

I once remembered that I always choose to write words in the dead of night, at any time with the light of the screen, I always feel that there is a heart of the stagecoach, along with the words and the floating dance; but this night, everything around me, in my eyes, as much as the stagnant water in general, do not feel a little The flow of breath ......

I don't know whether the water has stopped, or the heart is still; is a new kind of simple, or another kind of profound.

The heart is quiet, the water also stopped, but life as always still have to live; red dust in the game up and down, even if it is the prosperity of the end, I still can not walk into an unusual game.

Standing in the red dust, I often think of things outside the red dust; people outside the threshold, outside the threshold of the world, hidden in the red dust outside the heart, is it really unattached? It takes a kind of determined courage to hide outside the red dust. In this life, I also want to do a light far beyond the dust of the people, home in the mountains and ancient temples in the species of Bodhi; but I have too many lonesome and common worries, I can not forget what I once had, and can not do not fantasize about the future ......

So, I am y touched by all kinds of things in the world; so, destined to be in this life of me, I can only be a soul-less woman of the mortal world.

Ask the world? How many people like me wandering away? How many people like me looking for fluctuating soul? And how many undead like me, with hearts like water?

I don't know whether the heart embraces the water or the water takes over my heart. A feeling of not being able to breathe, a pain that could not flow, suddenly skimmed over; closing my eyes, tears slipped through, the only surge in my heart. The water sleeps, the heart sleeps, the wind whisks, the rain is still drenching down, everything is still so peaceful ......