Leng Yuye

work, and back to the dormitory, at first just like a little bit of Fei Xu Yuhua, it will be as anxious Maxing Jun sitting posture like beating the roof, sound sound pleasant to the ear, stimulating worry. Rain, under the tireless, take-out a little cold. Tonight listen to the rain, some chaotic heart of the busy world, no peace, sit in front of computers, not a moment too quiet down, his thoughts are also with the winter rain in the hour slowly drift off.
my heart will always give birth to a sense of sadness that this has always troubled by his own sad, and as bursts of solitude haunted himself. Blossom trouble, people come to the sad. Often to the quiet life of a mime, in order to get rid of the unhappy life of despair. Had a feeling that their grasp of all, after a long time only to find that it has gradually gone, I realized that in his grasp, not necessarily really have. Have, not necessarily their own disposal.
a person sitting in front of the computer, despite the cold wind poured into his pants, do feel a share of the water alone and lonely, look at the outside that dark clouds, cold rain, such as silk, I love the tranquil feeling of silence.
recall the experience of these years, when the ignorant little children to work south of the King, as very eyes, ears still remember their parents told. By now, Guangdong, Yunnan, Jiangxi, Hebei, Chongqing, Jiangsu, Hunan, Zhejiang, China ran half. Thin appreciate some, there was still quite rich, although not a person to vote in, nor silk clothing Chinese food, but This time is also not a good feeling wonderful in them. Rain or rhythm, smell, and no end in sight, winter rain in Guangdong, although as silk smoke, quietly float in the air, but filled with a trace of agitation and bustle, melancholy and sad tales of a few. In a low voice singing Lengyu Ye, loneliness hit me. This is the cold night to see what all feel touched, deeply moved rainy night thoughts from my mind quiet, and my soul seemed to have broken the space-time, stir gently with the words mood, with the integration of the long rainy night.
life, quietly swallowed the number of water, Love. If this night rain-like, relentless nature of the wet but everything on the earth. I touched on this rainy night, the quiet Oi, the retention is that hint of a deep obsession, something or someone. Taking advantage of this has hit my pants gave me a ray of cold lonely house, write down the feelings of this piece.
tonight, outdoors, blowing rain, was Kazamaki landed in the trees, out in the roof tiles, and filled the earth .... I am a quiet Lengyu Ye, continued my strong!