Where is my tomorrow

My life my dream, my future my way, my hope my heart, where is my tomorrow?

Reason good words why I can't hear, God's arrangements why I do not take off, the fate of the joke I can't afford to open!

                                                                                                                                                                   ------Preface

Why, when the spring leaves fall, the flowers are not sad? Why, when the breeze blows, cannot hear the bird's cry? Although this spring rain is not the time, but it is the same as the same as the wet things silently! The dim light is sad, waiting, Silent Night silence, speechless, and my mood in the season sleep, fade!

Why, the keys of the fingers pressed down to make such a sad sound? Why? Messy music and messy heartbeat as messy? This is not the fault of the season, this may be the mentality of the aberration! I often think: "Heaven and earth will not sense?" There is no truth to prove, also can not know, but I believe that if the sky is also old!

The sky is so dim, and my heart empty, this hue, this contrast, not I copied her, but she copied me, I subjectively think, the sky to my heart empty color copy past! But I'm not stingy with my right to do it!

The dark Room without the sun, my mood gradually moldy. Listen to a song for it disinfection, the whole atrium is slowly infected ... Suddenly found, when I became so sentimental!!

Time to sharpen my a little numb, long also find not back to the life of that passion. Feel some degeneration of their consciousness, can't help but sadly! How horrible it is when a person does not feel the material and presence around him, as well as the spirit and consciousness.

I clearly heard their own degenerate voice, I clearly heard the hungry of their own failure, I clearly feel that they have been time to abandon the regret!

Oh! My life my dream, my future my way, my hope my heart, where is my tomorrow?

Why can't I hear the good words of reason? Why should I not take it from heaven's arrangement? Why can't I start a joke about fate?

I know that efforts need direction, flying needs wings! I know the mood like change, life like ups and downs! I know life is very fragile, time is very short!

I have been told that after sorrow will be happy, like the failure will be successful! But who can tell me, why the happiness will be sad after success will also fail?

The Night is too dark, I can not see anything, I can not see the road, see the roadside lights, not see the direction of the forward! I am a person, too lonely, too lonely, too melancholy, too lonely, too helpless, too disappointed ...

I was exhausted and could not find a place to rest. I fell, I climbed, I groped, over and over, nonstop, slowly ...

However, I am persistent, I firmly believe that-----through the road of the black, will see its white, it will be my white, like a dream white, like the white, is able to illuminate my whole world of white ...

Maybe this way, it leads to my tomorrow! Whether it is long or short, is wide is narrow, is the flat is the ridge, is right or wrong, I should go down, no hesitation, trials and hardships, bravely.

Where is my tomorrow