Sunset, sunset to rise.
Other people are to enjoy this beautiful scenery of the sunset. I am left alone, the dream linger.
Days, it is blue. Cloud, very white. Sunny, brilliant.
Hee and bathed in sunlight, the world's most quiet. In that moment, freeze-frame pictures.
Do not know when, to capture a vague glimmer of the long songs. Very light, really light, the light almost feel it.However, I still heard. That blurred the song, flying in the wind. Sing this season to sing I have a voice.Wonderful, beautiful, incredible. In the world are beginning to become a quiet, quiet, quiet, listening to me. I listen to the voice.
Ciqu should only be there in the sky, earth, which was heard several times. Can not extricate themselves in the fall of the Angels-like voice, the deeply obsessed.
I do not know when,
Dream.
End.