Time shuttle as arrow, like occasionally flying birds in the sky, and as deep in the night of the meteor, piercing die the same dark heavy, a trace. Miss the warm early autumn sunshine, once
walking the hot summer, besides the dry air, like what, want to keep and what to wait.
Some day, and go blind, some expectation, and some trepidation. Life seems to be in the distant sky waiting for me,. In love and be loved, even the waiting is a kind of happiness.
Like in the morning,, the yellow summer, alluding to the heart of little light, and now the beginning of autumn time, this is a quiet moment all things, the in the mind still not enough. Seasons is the gift of life, every day waiting for, every day in the creation, just because, the world is always so numerous and complicated. Don't know why, like a
DC motor manufacturer kind of life, like falling in love with a person, a lifetime together. Yes, secular secure, like the morning out of the window to send the first ray of sunshine, pure and fresh, clever, too clean, is always so beautiful, so pure.
