without appreciation and recognition

silence instead of all the languages, had to be content with this static, introspective alienation. Occasional smile could be so far-fetched, so students were actually leaving and hard, tears flow numb. Twice a day to and from the bus, the passengers all look of indifference, or playing with the phone, or eating snacks, or looking at newspapers and magazines, and I like to stand quietly gazing out the window, flying with no limits thoughts, what is wanted, and as if do not want anything, just aware that the story of one window, leaves the story, the human story, the story of cars, the dust floating over the city's story, and write the life movement, and then ask yourself after the vicissitudes of a quiet and peace of mind, wash away free of dust, but also own a clear, clean sky, from clear sky, laughing on the rising and falling, steady contemplation. Rivers and lakes too, Red shallow. Do not want to grow old in Lianlianhongchen in silence, also would like a portrait of blooming flowers of the season, not the old love of dancing and touching. Also want to put all the burden, off the phone, cut off all contact with the outside world, to go to a strange place to see strange people, strange scenery tours, product unfamiliar downtown, take a strange road, and heart dialogue without the need for companionship and care, without appreciation and recognition. This way, go hard. This way, come and gone. This way, deep-seated pain. Just want to restore all real, smile real, live school safely, and find peace of soul and the original white. Only sigh, in the lakes, stuck in the mortal world, but that is only an earthly woman, does not fit the dream, the constant carnal, feeling cut off, after all, hard journey for this life, even if the front of the long and arduous journey, ups and downs, they can not block ahead of the pace. Lonely soul like looking at the sky, like looking up at the lonely hearts boundless. Blue sky, it is light blue hearts of depression. White cloud, it is a very stunning beautiful white dream. Gray day, that is the sad years of product accumulation, as a natural fit everything.