Yuan Chu Chen    Songs of the past

A year of time, songs of the past such as the moment is filled with

 smoke, March originally wanted to escape, and intends to enjoy the

 Moonlight hits about Holiness May be alone. With the passage of

 time, some eternal and monotonous fragments will slowly begin to

 overlap or stick together, it's hard to tell, but gradually and the final

 series and sometimes joy sometimes sorrow the extraordinary era of the

 final phase of the first title, despite the sometimes blurred, choppy, and

 countless memories with time that has not yet been adopted. Enriches the

 color of life, rich emotion in my heart, rich in ideas and aspirations.

 Only to find the world so well, so the Moonlight, only to find life is in

 a hurry, come and go too quickly. Ignore the roadside scenery, ignored

 too much, it has lost the most precious feelings found chaotic sensory

 irritation of the eyes and ears, utilitarian mind, obscured, and had lost

 feeling, the simple joy of capacity. In the Symphony of life, some

 indescribable melody and occasionally evoke memories of the past. At

 first, only scattered pieces of some vague, sank floating in the Flash

 head. Then, some new melodies played new track's memory, and keep

 alternating iteration breaks. Crashing the night the dark side, devout,

 caught the water with your hands, Ebenezer caught. Ancient eternal

 Moon spread on the ground, continue to return, because like refreshing

 cool water. Allows most parts of the true light stay in the sky the

 brightest details, impetuous heart tired, still lingers in the air of the

 brightest season. Waving goes into the ideal luggage say goodbye your

 mouth thing, in the hope that this has continued down, do not write,

 can't write ... ... But eventually turn the dust away, lost in the

 memory. Past memories, as the smoke dissipated in the past, and not to

 sorrow, depth, and does not figure to follow in memory does not attach

 to expand like a balloon, when the level is reached, break the touch.

 This small memory of fly debris cockiest, slowly in the wind in the

 country. Scattered hairs, and flew away. Lost in the expanse of the sky.

 Only look forward to the day, reviewed again, Shi, only know dusty

 memories, life is no longer about who do not want to, whom no longer

 gaunt and this, reincarnation has been the will of fate has destined to be

 waiting still exists......

作者：陈源初博客