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You have a dream. Shallow laugh
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He did come to this strange town carrying a guitar, holding the cat
he put down everything, because there are her
he will always remember the day she met the happy, smiling that smile warm light like a small town
and he promised under oath, this smile for him to blossom even if only fleeting like night-blooming cereus, but she was gone like a fan, like
he Looking back frantically
looking for that flower-like smile, that her enigmatic
People are always uncertain fate at
the time about to give up, a man sitting in a small town tavern, got drunk again, he saw the familiar background and that appear every day in a dream smile
so realistic so good
he wanted no rebound Gu rushed to hug her and tell her to do. Zhongchang
but he had the courage to call that name among the names carved into the heart
he cried, her eyes moist with tears, mottled guitar trickle hearts thrown chain Yi heart to do to make waves or happy or sad
that he hated his own incompetence, powerlessness hate that
hate yourself now good enough for the girl
Lonely night, empty street, heart troubles, he and shadow wandering in an alley
he does not say, do not say shadow. Early spring night, the terrible quiet, but also a sleepless night
cold bed although dependencies are always filled up missing cat heart
he wanted to hold her in my arms to see her smile to sleep, wake up with a smile, a scene that he think about playing one
but thought she had accidentally mentioned like the quiet. Guitar with her, wandering singer chose the latter
silence of the night, weeping heart strings broke, compose his most sentimental song that night. No piano strings. He inadvertently
He has changed, become more mature too few frivolous
put down the guitar, to settle down in the town. He tried to become her favorite look, become a real man worthy of her
support him to keep going with her every encounter, in the corner, in Hong Mei, in every place she stayed before.
A smile, let him first encounter in this life does not change
she did not know this beautiful meet unexpectedly behind after all he aimlessly waiting ... waiting, from early spring to winter
Where there is a old man put stalls, many long nights he spent there.
Lonely old man is also considered to have a companion, he is hard to find in a small hint of warmth to
his efforts to recall this warm, the familiar warmth
because her heart has a lonely two men tied together
two people is more than sit in silence
this can only understand the pain impulse to talk about a time to talk about three glasses of wine a two lane
sigh is frozen into eternity wind
He will never forget the third to the town of Valentine's Day, he believes he is good enough to tell holding a flower stand in front of her three years never say
flower shop door, a pair of lovers embracing
her, smile was so sweet then intoxicating, just smile he no longer belongs to
the boy wine full Guangmang the handsome, cheerful, perhaps this is her that him
he turned to leave, no crying, no blessing. Covered with scars of the heart may no longer hurt
wedding day without hesitation he wanted to see her one last time for her to play the last song
to pick up that forgotten by his guitar, like broken strings for her day off as wine
String continued, people from the
day of the wedding corner where he watched her, as many remember her look like
he did not know how to play that finished the song, the audience who sing weeping, said listening to the vicissitudes of life, hear the story
and this is his three years until that embrace you? girls hug very warm, very pale boy smile
that he did not speak until you leave, think about call before leaving she heard
that every day is like a dream called to her name go to sleep
he left, people laugh as old
yes ah, he was just passing and few people will remember
there was a boy playing for the beloved girl ... Nagqu farewell
before leaving last night he went to the little stalls, because there her breath
that the old man did not come, perhaps guessed the outcome.
Dim the lights down
a lane, one person, one from the song
home, he homesick. Yes, ah, how long did not go home
warmth of the original stalls are home!
Guitar, cat, he went
to sit familiar with the Green Train, a familiar whistle hooked recalled, he looked at the small town, small town he looked
like he looked at her as affectionate, heart buried in the quiet town of overflow, he was far, far away ...
sunlight scattered on the ground, rendering beauty of the town.
There are flowers, grass, her beautiful ah! Dream town, the sun shines on the face, the warm, he slept.
Sleep so peacefully
put down again, this time without the dream she
did not know how long sleep, as to the three years of sleepless nights an explanation.
He woke up, awaken his still warm beam of light, everything is so familiar
guitar, cat, exudes sandalwood bed, his smile was originally just a dream
rather all this is true, after all, that he loved live
Desk penned up
his three-year dream you want to record
even the last page of the story is do come to an end
since I can not write your life, let me put you wrote the poem can be read as you go to sleep
I dream say ... inside you, beautiful!