What is time

Spring blossoms thanks red, too in a hurry, this is not a poet in the follow-up time? Be rose, is comfortable to sleep! The storm of the city, originally向日葵纖體美容投訴very beautiful flowers bloom, like this we give DuanJingTuiYuan. The other shore flower also want to open, menchu, ShaHua. In the world of discrete is on the other shore. Silently walk, at the edge of the flower in his heart petals broken all over the floor, every piece is the hope of her past lives. Autumn night drunk, roaming in the endless, gates, vaguely a woman singing: like a rain on my heart, it feels so mysterious... That is for love song, is also the song for the time. Songs such as the white bird surface low flying, lower back, thousands of folding turn, like water flowing over my heart. Of her songs, is extremely rich experience, memories obsession, but endless desolation. The fallen petal one independent, micro swifts. Two heartless, water flowers die from since then, Trinidad lake, with your farewell. Willow blue someday, out today. Between figure and hoary head, it is a long life or fleeting moment. What time, long is sorrowful, short joys yan. Lung ying-tai writes, I slowly learned that the so-called father and mother and child, simply means that you and his fate is to share the rest of my life constantly after watching his back away. You stand at the far end of the road, looking at his turn gradually disappeared in the path, and he back to tell you: don't have to chase Hong Kong living culture. Yes, don't have to chase, watched children grew up day by day, step by step walk far, walk into their own sky. His rainy sky, I no longer is his shade and shelter in the rain. See parents one day weak, lonely, old, haggard, ren years of snow fall between ManFa. Lung ying-tai prose "see", is watched, the life time of silence. I gradually understand that god does not pay attention to all of us, in the final prints, he is always cool to look at, look at we are constantly looking for, go hand in hand, together, discrete. Time will I go to the sharp edges and a little bit of grinding, in a向日葵纖體美容投訴hurry time, a heart slowly calm down, understand the fear, tolerant, introspection, compassion. Hence, my foot on the soil, and then to take root, sprout, branch, leaf. I finally understand, up to now, I don't have a pair of flying wings.