Double feather shake off the dust
The butterfly inside the glass, climb the thrill of back and forth, thin leg, in the not too clean glass, all the way down, again and again hong kong hotel tsim sha tsui.
Already bleak, aimless drifting, not the pride, beginning what end?
Slightly cold wind, such as extra warmth, the setting sun like old, no longer start some yellow leaves, go some hurried footsteps, occasional tightly wrapped in the scene. This autumn, this afternoon, around tables, abnormal lost, I only then gently resonance plate .
It will ever go to memory? In the depths of its mind is perhaps the heart there, ever leave traces of that once flew over, even if not too long, is simply so, perhaps it fly in the road, will be the next to continue to conquer. I have a laugh, but for yourself.
With the persistent, far beyond reach , in addition to me, again silent response! And I, also the fading.
Already bleak, aimless drifting, not the pride, beginning what end?
Slightly cold wind, such as extra warmth, the setting sun like old, no longer start some yellow leaves, go some hurried footsteps, occasional tightly wrapped in the scene. This autumn, this afternoon, around tables, abnormal lost, I only then gently resonance plate .
It will ever go to memory? In the depths of its mind is perhaps the heart there, ever leave traces of that once flew over, even if not too long, is simply so, perhaps it fly in the road, will be the next to continue to conquer. I have a laugh, but for yourself.
With the persistent, far beyond reach , in addition to me, again silent response! And I, also the fading.
