Desolate neon holy smoke   Yuan Chu Chen

Beautiful encounter, the dream is like magic, fascinated by each other, and sleep rose told love words together, night, until. A year's time, the past songs such as flood and the in a flash of smoke, march originally wanted to escape, this is going to enjoy the alone may be made holy moonlight. As time goes on, some pieces of eternal and monotonous will slowly begin to overlap or stick together, it's hard to tell, but gradually and finally series sometimes happy sometimes sad special the first the title of the last stage of The Times, although sometimes vague, intermittent, and countless memories has yet to pass the time together. Desolation song rings, wanders in the streets in the night sky, that is dazzling array of neon. On the corner of the city, the sky in the snow falls down, bring new breath of winter cold. Pedestrian traffic surges around the pentium, but was not busy my eyes, ears and lifeless, all of which is like a picture of a dynamic silent film, quietly flowed in the snow. Shyness is a secret of nature, used to suppress desire to indulge. It accord with the call of nature, but always in accordance with the good and virtue. Can't pregnant not compensated opportunely. Body also works, but forget we have four branches. When, without a male in the artful designed and outside slip away into a thin: eliminate the mess of things.