Falling trees last a yellow leaf, the last a brilliant sun, blue sky, covered with slate for a pedestrian paths Taguo final footsteps, in the attribution of the lonely world, I walked alone in the fence outside the old road, start looking for my dream in the picture. Lavender sky cloud lavender, lavender you, lavender I, insisted on lavender umbrellas, wandering in the rain, looking for what I want in the world.

In coffee, there are my world, an eccentric and extremist world, the bitter world, it can make me pain to complete, pain to numbness, there will be no perception, but also make the extreme excitement, Zhang Yang unlimited This I want life, pain vividly, music to get carried away. This is the real self, wild, this is my life pole.

In the dark night sky, there are my world, have never liked bright starlight night sky, has never been intoxicated with the moon is high in the moonlit night, I have no sustenance, no nothing to miss, just like in the dark ink Flying at night to their own dreams, let it not prevented, does not affect the freedom of flying, no one think it ridiculous, no one knows my dream. In such a night, very safe, no one to bother me, stop me from pursuing what I want in the world.

In the snowing winter my world, walking in the snow fluttering in winter, so cold to freeze to my ideas and personal considerations, so that my heart pure snow, stood in the snow, I am not going to pursue, in solitary without a person, From the snow to find my happiness, snow is cold, but she was staying in your body when you are passed to the warmth. Snow is a lonely spirits, with my lonely soul-phase impact and friction sparks out of hot, warm, cold-shouldered each other’s heart.
In the sad music are my world, every note, every one writing, remarkable to make beauty, remarkable to make desolate, the kind of picture, the kind of mood, are we not moving hearts, here, there, I want the kind of perfect, the kind of true, did not take red wine and green nothingness, nor have the noisy fan-fan, quiet and poignant and true picture of the experience:
Violet blossom season

Walk in the different kind of world

Unknown

It was a real realm of how the
There is no sun glare

Drag the brush is not cool but warm inside an infinite

No Language
Woven through the wish of the millennium

Violet will wither and fall, it’s not my eternal world, in my heart, there is a light purple palace, a real treasure my memories, forever forever, it will not change … …