Maybe that's ok

Return to their own way, not pain, not death. Pay the price, so there are only a smile, a result, called the political arena. Goodbye, the ups and downs of the red, the resurrection, and who can truly experience. When the fruit is planted, and now the final between the wrong is difficult to choose.

I hope you don't forget, we had to write down the blessing, in a world of the troubles of the dust, only hope that each other better, only you good, I can feel at ease. Sometimes ask myself, is old, began to miss the beauty of the past, want to come now, those are the memorial of the life deep, because those feelings have spread between the heart, because the waiting, crazy, our life is abundant.

In the evening, as if all the dust has settled, I like listening to the sound of the finger tapping the keyboard and quietly listening to a song see time slowly away, rather than wallow in mediocrity, can not find themselves to the distance. Suddenly began to confusion, a person if the heart is not in the distance, there is no clear goal, so lost. Originally, some things to say a word is redundant.

These years, never gave up running, I just tired, become confused, the world is big, obviously awake, but always feel like to sleep for a long time, strange city, strange people, originally, these years, never meet people who are familiar with.

The story of running water, time, in the palm of the hand, the total in the rainy weather, they grow to grow. Sometimes people are really very strange, you may have forgotten you, but not by the people you remember, but so deep remember you.

Through many places and realize that he is always a cool thin people, just remember a person, everything else is just superficial, and even cruel. Person's life might have to meet a lot of people, and a lot of people rub shoulders, whether it is a stranger, or know way, would only be separated bale.

So if there is an afterlife, would rather do a trees on the mountain, station into the eternal gesture, no bumps along the road, no sadness sorrow, just a gesture is life.

Years later, learned to come and go without a trace, would rather not meet those familiar people, in a strange city, a dull life. Before, I thought is remembered is a kind of happiness. Now, if one day, said that he knew me, or remember where seen me, remember me the way it used to be, I will feel very uncomfortable, or even to the aversive.

In the past should be covered with dust, preferring to never think of it again, perhaps in the form of a day, you will ask me, how did you become such people, I in the back with dim, or back to the with a smile, because love you. I am so I, you know?