Chapter 7 seven

I love mornings like this, I love those who are with me, With the same realistic mood, I accidentally walked into This morning the neem tree, locust tree And the girlfriend who is still dreaming on the tree. Look, we're really On mornings like these, even if you immediately Wake up, we're still here. mornings like this i advise myself Proceed with caution.I look at you but dare not Make the idea clear.because they As soon as it appears, it will "wow" behind me Fly away, fly away. Then I have nothing left, Then I might be dragged along, all the way pull away from this morning

After all, I love mornings like this. I only agree that after the sun rises, And then to my past, Make another objective evaluation. That purple flower, and that pink one No one is more sad than anyone else at this moment I don't prefer any of them in full bloom attitude.what they tried to say I can understand, but it has nothing to do with me The shapes of petals and stamens indicate that they belong to of the same subject, from the same tree Two different wishes.i don't want to put them to make it clearer, since I've never So planned.if i have to Like one of them and no more

Available to me to choose, well, I decline. no one can ask me that Besides, they won't accept this way.Whether it's purple, or Pink, there's no more need now I like the meaning.When the lights are turned on, they Blooming together on the glaze of my teacup, then Thin, like light on ice, broken at the first touch. It seems that as soon as you relax, you will be in an instant completely withered away—for now, I'd rather Almost for them, for this pair The sisters shed tears—of course, things still The old way: they don't need What a beautiful trip, wake up I returned to my hometown.

ancient city, fresh people. The journey is exhausting, all stay in the dream, The love in the dream is still in my heart. His feet are firmly on the ground, Afraid of waking up again. Finally learned to take sleeping pills people, can love trains, You can love life with trains. On the platform, with tears in my eyes Wife, mottled paint, Like an abandoned old carriage, wait for a heading The night train can't wait To the valley of my wife, She felt it— train, train "You can't do that, Darling, your body! You'd better take another pill, Take another sleeping pill. "

No, what a beautiful trip, train, train