Parted

I said that was not clear, so always silent.

"You don't have to follow me, I can go!" I tried to shout, take him from away, but on the ground, he hurried and came to help me.

"Don't you tube, you walk away!" He was forced to pull my arm will be I pull, I stood up, forced from his hand, and planted in the ground, huh, funny, in addition to realize my everything is not mine.

Two kilometers of road, I take it feel helpless.

Always think drunk what also don't know, always can't leave, but I still me.

Neon rubbed into the night of the lonely color bright, brightly coloured lights in the dark colors loud it bright. Drop the leaf of the mottled shadows in the past under the lights flash across your eyes, but you cannot see over the face like a nightmare to bypass the autumn Pu rattan, and into your fall.

I was awake in the finger was that moment scratching, finally shed tears.

Know he is flawless, as I quietly cry.

A city of night in not everyone's tears, not overdo sth. I stopped.

He still.

Raised his head, sparse stars, stars, the dim lights City Ming arrived but drying. Suddenly think of home of the month.

Perhaps the only soil texture can reflect moonlight gently, the makeup of the city do not take moonlight tune. See, it's thin, yarn texture mapping in the village every eaves. The moonlight like tile staggering, that is the key, can play music, marching light path bending into every yard. Nocturnal man softly, but is still a barking behind, this is the night, quiet, calm. And your breathing time about to dawn.