Loneliness in the singing

The evening came from all directions, send extremely desolate time for a smile condensation, grief.
The distant mountains, there are those stones, trees, all maintained their solidification direction, stays on, no worries Huan sorrows and joys, there's how happy and serene.
Near the market alone in the wind swagger, orifices laugh, it was brightly, and vehicles that are flourishing appearance.
A person in the window, watching the distant noise, mouth to climb the thin cold smile.
Other people's prosperity and what my business!
I am only in my office, weaving poetry into a cocoon, fell fingertips, but also some lonely, right?
Loneliness, is a vine-like plant, climbing aimlessly in his heart, quietly conquering a city, at last, pain in their hearts, Rouchang 100 turn finally to aphasia.
Gradually, the night overshadowed head, vote for me in cold and cool, gray, or vulnerable.
It turned back the sun not only quiet, but also gripping the sting.
It goes without saying, do not laugh, a quiet crescent in brought back the past to see where thin as thin curved, despite a small reduction Kiyoteru.
Can not imagine the silence of the sky, how much foot ambush sticky red mud with a hard soul, how remarkable they have a destiny and life. I, small as the sand of the river in my time what should go? The sound of whistling wind could answer me.
Looking back, all the dead and the dead are lonely time flashing a clear gloss, as Konoha outcry, swirling.
Yard deep silence, time mottled; palm warm and profound sadness.
Leave the window, the dark and the golden bird excited and unable to sleep, shut out, alone, to follow the voice of the pendulum, turned poetry and literature, while into the Tang dynasty, a moment out of the Song Dynasty, and then, or a dodge, in the computer End of the World Forum, the former turn into the layout, touch a shadow is still lonely.
After all, been lonely woman soaked strike, folds, there Jisi durable wind refused to disperse, prime hand brushed, even the most clear sentences have got him into dust.
But I still in the distant this end, the past review, still crystal of, still live.
Every night, there Xiaoyin float; every night, Xiao Yin melancholy green.
How can my eyes not filled with water views? Since then, soft and wet past.