Lying on the sofa looking out the window of the strands of rain drift, aware of their frustration was no accident.
Rain is cruel, and it is sudden death, and one that should not have magic but will be tempting people to rivers and lakes, and does not change was the advent of autumn magic together, it will not change because the rain was no longer the stretches enticingly a. Would like to be able, like that time cardiac showers, it's very good, because the storm is over, when every time there is not a rainbow, that is still rivers and lakes rivers and lakes, it is still echocardiography Heart ... ...
Minimalist is not plain to begin? Are often signs of a strange disappointment coming ... ...
"Story takes place in a given day at dusk, a servant was standing Luosheng subglottic, waiting for the rain stopped off ... ..." This is my carry-forward of the Japanese writer Akutagawa's novel of Kai "Rashomon," where the first sentence of words.
But at the moment I also happens to stand on the same li LU Jia-Inn door, the same waiting, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for him to repeat yesterday ... ... ears is the portable CD coming years " Tropical rain forest, "the song:" cold in transit, recalling frozen ice crystals, I do not pay the full echo, even with regret, as it does not need the endless rain ... ... "
Rain, watched big chunks of the light that is disappearing in an instant the demise of the indifferent Inn proprietress of the concern I can not help her smile, she said: "and that he had arranged it?" I said: "ah ~ rain quickly stopped, right? "
Bow their heads in silence for upstairs, suite 206, all remains the same, only difference is that today, blowing bamboo music I listen to the rain alone ... ... thinking he is reluctant to listen to now, the thinking now is he would like to see it? Look at those rain Shuran poly, but also Shuran casual, look at each other in connection with strands of rain drift, each alone fall in pieces before been integrated. As we encounter, acquaintance, Meet, meet, great friend, and finally a thousand miles apart does not recognize the ~-phase
If the rain process, is really identical with you and I walked along the process, identical with the process of each person's life, then the sky and alienated so many strands of rain drift, it may represent the very soul of our own weak hearts Bar ? I very much wait for rain stopped I was not that simple servant, I am still waiting for the story, as well as their own ... ...
Stories continue to take place at dusk, a man was standing he did not know whether the inn known as the home of a small pool entrance, holding his hands to block his hair, waiting for the rain stopped off ... ...
And to think to myself: "This is a magic only rain, bring the best and worst of all to bring you." I can not pull out the delay of the palm, because it can not determine the final charge of falling into their own hearts will be a stunning diamonds like raindrops do? Or a muddy tears like rain do?
Oh ~ ~ ~ ~ In the indecision, the drop of raindrop drip into the neck, was silent evaporation temperature, in addition to those moments disappearing alarmed by the cold, the result still did not leave a trace of prints.
If this is the story is seductive, is love, miss, is not on the end.
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Wan Ran Yan Qu Di Bamboo Shadow Dance Masters of ice floating shock Canmeng
Author: wandi
