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The edge of reality and fantasy, we struggle, like a helpless swimmers, exhaled water came to you and take your eath away. Dont want to

Destruction, are still falling, and finally fall in love with and complete destruction, will you back to reality, to give you pour a pot of cold water. Cold and hot alternation, like

Reality and fantasy.

Overcast, it seems that its going to rain.

The oad road has been stretched to the end of the street, cold air, the wind is very big. The street is still busy, the car stuck in the middle of the road, a few

Personal out to their horns anxiously.

Alone among the crowds traffic, excitedly ran, cried, greet passers-by look amazing.

Run for a long time, however, still not rain, stopped with disappointment, looking into the distance, I do not know where, at the end of a strange straying and in my heart

I felt helpless

Strange... B: yes.

It feels like and desert, you cant see the edge, eyes just sand and sky, the yellow and blue. Youll feel

Is so small, everything, everything, like a whirlpool will be surrounded by you, you are struggling, dont want to be disappear, disappear, but all useless.

Often in want to life, why want to own in this world, also have thought of countless reasons to prevarication, myself is, after all, is not clear. Actually each

People are looking for this problem, there are millions of people have made numerous answers, but thats just the people suffering with after a lifetime of product, it is not the answer.

No one can solve this problem, it will with the people to pass down from one generation to another, from one generation of people will strive for, with his own life

To pursue. Maybe one day, he will be answer, may be with time banished, no one will think about this question, maybe... Mystery, after all is a mystery,

What is a life, no one can answer.

Are not rain, the heart is wet, a feeling of MoMin filled with the whole chest, not sad not pleased, seems to be anxious. But let a person more than anxiety

Mad. So stood at sea.

Road, alongside a vehicle with a whistle.

Still not rain, I looked at the sky, dazed, strange feeling eating into my heart.

Stood helpless, want to cry, want to cry, want to run, want to vent your life, for the world. Think about everything. But this is just a thought, not

There are implementation.

The cold wind blowing, it is very cold, but I do not feel cold.

A loud horn will I wake up, he realized he had to stand for a long time.

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In the night, the stars dispersion. They are far away from us, every star with mystery, with the ancient, with sadness. They live in one thousand, one thousand, hundred million

Years, witness to the ebb and flow of the world, they emit a weak light, lonely, lonely, desperate to prove himself. One thousand ten thousand ten thousand in time... just

They live on?

Walking alone, still looking forward to the arrival of the rain.

Low head, thinking and remembering. Once upon a time all this only do it on a rainy day. But at the moment, no rain, the mind becomes.

Everything was suddenly attracted by the scarlet.

They piled up on the lawn next to the side of the road, with a withering, erosion, covered a layer of dust of life, they will eventually be buried, with regret and unwilling.

God is not fair, is also a fair, he gives you a beautiful appearance, but all this need to change your life. So, he shook the four seasons

Roulette, let all the rebirth, death, lift, and then rebirth. He created the life gracefully, but raised his hand, utally destroyed him.

Just, our world will be destroyed? In other words, the universe will be destroyed?

Once had a friend asked me, what will the world destroyed, we will consciously? We will be in what form?

I silently shook his head at that time, but I was sleepless night.

I wonder if there is all this, the stars, and the trillions of living things as an explosion that go up in smoke, that is how a scene.

I am a pessimist, there is nothing wrong. Like to see the fallen petal fell and the imagined him into the dust, like to see that the raindrops, finally under the impact of being dissolved, powder

Broken, like to watch the sunset with the lonely world slowly sinking, eventually swallowed by the darkness... They ought the destruction of the eath, but how many poignant, with a shock

So, cosmic explosion of scene can be how?

Maybe it is still deep silence, we see that each star in the end of the earth, into dust, the moon oke into pieces, like to play in the dark

Broken mirror, emits light in silence, no one can see... Maybe at the other end of the earth, the sun appears one cracks, finally in all directions,

Little form the remnants of a flame is still burning, baking still on the ground. But no one can the remnants of the sun shot, kua fu cannot

To go after day. Even if he, also dont know where...

How I want to go to witness the thrilling and exciting moment, by that time, what I think? Can I stay everything is destroyed, how to think about it? How do we go to save

In? All the deals, a dream.

So I pray and pray I can live to that one day, I pray to that day, I am aeaction finally, I want to go to the witness, the witness I dont have the shape of the world, but I want to go to witness the destruction of the world, although Im not god, not god, everything is just because of my curiosity.

"In order to see the sun, I came to the world," he told us to be optimistic.

"In order to see the stars fall, I came to this world." This is what I really want to say. I like the smell of destruction, I like sad, but I dont want to go to see the

With weeping and loud sound come out of sadness, that perhaps is really sad, but I dont know, but feel more noise, I like is the loss of sorrow, quietly to them

Sad people need to be discovered. They quietly in the corners, derivatives, and then quietly leave, leave no trace, from now on become a world traveler.

I think if you can, its whole life will not be the concern of the people. Like the meteor, the wild flowers in the corner, the moss on the tile, and the universe.

Than people lost, they lost maybe more shocking, although people dont know, even if be found, can only capture the little camera. In the end, will not

To meet again. So I cherish, cherish every one yeah, an ant, a stray cat, a flower, or even a oken glass.

Each time, I always prayed silently in my heart. For them, but also for ourselves. If one day, I left the world, whether there will be someone there to pray for me?

I believe that those who witnessed the loss of life, and I could hear the inner most sincere hope of flowers.

They are alive, I have always believed.

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Flapping his wings of life, with a gorgeous beauty, into a rainbow, giving emphasis to the world of the dark clouds a feminine beauty. Just, wait for the beautiful feathers, what will be left? Only pale and weak and fragile... Only these.

Roadside flowers and plants, shook hands with big eyes, look, with hope and anxiety is to feed the baby. But the sky with a straight face, do not wish to full

They this little desire.

Ear rings that shrill whistle, with pride and despise. I walked forward, the return of the empress is a busy day, ush again and again, again and again

Wrong, I felt their anxious.

It made me think of Mr Zhu zi-qing "rush".

"Going though, although again; what is to come in the middle of the rush?" I want to say is in the middle of it to go to a fuse, connected to the past

And in the future, the burning into foam is in the past, the flashing Mars is now, and that unburned is the future.

The past into powder by the wind, lost in a distinction between, but that Mars hopping, air cooling at the twinkling of an eye, eventually become the past, the future gong close tight

Drum weaving, to meet the reality...

In the past - reality - in the future, everything is in a hurry made the journey of life. All run to the past, everything is just in a flash, let a person can not afford time to sigh

Fuse the infinite extension, with no end in sight, the end is where?

I think it must be a cosmic explosion.

It was a quiet moment, is a beautiful moment, it is time, is the end of the world. It is countless lives into dust. People cant

Hear, see, because at that moment, people, animals, insects, everything has an end, all the history of the dead, the rest is just... Chaos and darkness.

I dont want to think, I am afraid will be deeper, I am a life on the planet, is the existence of which is the universe. I cherish it all, life, land, and blue

Day and the stars, all this I know, I dont want to but they disappear.

May be behind the end, it is the beginning of another era, are numerous other derivative of life, the universe will open the next chapter, I, we, we this

The age even history are unable to retain.

What I wish is this age can forever, everything can last.

Long standing still, looked at the dark clouds hanging over the sky, I know, in the dark gives me is a fantasy, rambling thinking, but with many contradictions and fan. Want to escape, but it is largely in vain.

The world is a flap their wings, that life is a dream of a root feathers, the world is constantly running, constantly flapping his wings, each flap, always

There are many beautiful feathers fell, they are dim, the color is gradually replaced by gray, helpless hover in the air.

Wings show pink flesh, but soon a new feathers instead. Wing is still beautiful, she is flashing, in the air to draw a ribbon,

Let a person cannot distinguish the colors.

But everything will be stopped, when all their feathers fall, everything is clear, the rest is just shocking scene.

I folded hands, close your eyes and pray, pray everything will be ok.

Everything will be ok...

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"Di - di"

Long will I wake up, I zheng big eyes looking at the world, all the panoramic view.

Dark clouds rolled and red petals on the ground dozen roll, on the streets of people come to car, still business as usual, the normal operation, calm and deep...

"Everything is all just fantasy..." I smiled and twittering.

Concrete, a few drops of rain will apply colours to a drawing, a bit around, people more hurried footsteps...

Its raining!

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