Once thought, only the freedom of the heart, can give the spirit of the text, let the heart drift, unrivaled in the lonely wilderness, waiting for a flower to open. Once thought, only the warmth of love, can melt the blockade of the soul of the doors and windows of Frost, the firelight to indulge in the burning, burning sentiment in the country of sorrow, looking forward to a window for me to open. Once thought, only the soul's communion, can ignite the ordinary life the passion, on the liberation Acacia's tentacle, flies in the Dream night sky, seeks the heart's that coordinates. Just, walked long, tired, only to find that has not gone back. Cried for a long time, the pain, just understand that has not stopped. Fly long, cold, just know already lost direction. It was not until now that I realized that I could not go back. Feel like a child in the night lost the road, the surrounding can only see the high height and height of the trees, lining the stars in the sky is particularly bright, beautiful night scene seems so scary, not to cry aloud, quietly forward, but do not know, home in which direction. Fear of the mood has been breeding, I stopped the pace, looking back at that moment of warmth, can't help but sentimentally attached to. Tears drip on the keyboard, the heart also stopped the thoughts. I am a sentimental person, watching the movie will silently tears, read the joke will be tempted to remember when still laugh aloud. The yearning of the heart does not know is right is wrong, I lost in, own world. I have also said that the choice, to follow the instinct. However, the person with emotion, how can still distinguish, which is the instinct of life? Which is the inner attachment? I do not know, the hand to which side, I do not know, where the foot change. Yearning for flowers open full garden, all the way fragrant, but also sentimentally attached to the "Years quiet good, the present stability." The Kingdom of Dream, your world, but do not give this warm incense chafanbusi, sweet small porridge. In your world, I walk through the footprints are you quietly collection. I'm running merrily in your world, admiring the beauty of one place after another, never looking back. I marvel at your gentle, quietly close, gently touch, in this moment of stay, deep a wisp of warm incense. Never found that your world is constantly changing development, inadvertently, I forgot where to come from, where to go. Into your world, I have lost myself.
My world, no if, just brave, don't regret, only regret. Your world, there is no false feelings, but moved, not to turn around, will only be lost. Perhaps, at the end of life, I will leave a regret, but I still cling to my yearning, burning feelings in your world. Perhaps, in the end of life, I would like to turn around, but I have been through the veil of confusion, have you as a companion, this life does not regret.
Lost heart, don't want to look back
