The sun goes down dust, leaving the veil of night, deep secluded, quiet, everything homing, people are also with the moon and stars to find their way home, hurry, walked downtown, shining bright lights of the contents of the night, enriched feasting colors.Only then will you relax, relax your mind, the night belongs to you, because it’s blocking you run around and irritability with a black curtain, blocking the endless chores, and only at this point, at the moment, only It will be quiet, relaxed breathing, alone to enjoy the quiet night, mysterious. A house, a man guarding a window, a street, a tree, a crescent moon, guarding a city, not a bustling and crowded during the day, but not before the head was gone, but not the end of the traffic, Without the noise and bustle.Occasionally wander couple, on a hazy night, kissing and whispering, under the cover of night, I do not see a blushing smile, warm heart with a heart, a heart to heart touched.At this point you remember once a shower, a gust of wind, a storm piece rainbow, think again that winter, we waved goodbye to old friends together friends and family, as well as see when you look back is a piece of white snow , as well as the hands of “Bird on hazy hazy,” snow hazy. Why do I live this life so wonderful is because they know there are worried about their own people, the Red nostalgia, there is a kind of record waiting for this world.Even if can live to be a hundred, but also around to see if there is someone you know, whether there will still worried about you, no one again for your thoughts and worries, God Madu Cheng a cloud, and then live a hundred years vain waste of time!If I were to be forgotten in this world, I will be like a shooting star, as long as a moment of shining across the night sky, and never will life too seriously. Resulting not always get, it is not lost forever lost.Only your most intimate and people would say most true words of my heart, do not let your eyes deceive your heart.Happy friendship, warm affection, tears of love is the most sad reminder is a very tough battle love, like butterfly Butterfly poignant, like the tragic Titanic.I love to finally tears, love to the final scars.Together numb, numb warmth, love will become silent drifting further away, Do not hand, do not easily let go, romantic time to cherish, do not always calculating your gains and losses, or else is a waste each other’s good faith.I believe I can save his kindness, whether it is reality or in a dream, the more we stood among the flowers, the more lonely heart, so that only the night to not betray my words, will enjoy the night alone sentiment and calm. In the night’s gentle, sweet in a melancholy, as you write poetry sing, write a poem with a taste of the soil, to sing a sad song away, every note in each other’s hearts flutter impress, leaving under memorable thoughts in the night wind, listening to Cui Xiang leaves and snags, and mixed with the temptation of the wind, snoring in this nightmare of midnight. In your most sharp text, I have learned silence, learned to bear the lonely silence of the night, you see pure humble attitude, stood watching the autumn wind, you might see the beautiful spring flowers are indisputable Yan, there is that one of the lawn.Who knows at this time I feel it is in the silent warm, gently across my body and mind. Through countless peaks and rapids, will not let romantic fascinated by the still pure heart, it will not forget and a pair of burning eyes, staring at me, you’re standing in the dark, the lights dim.A warm and never left me, you stand still, standing in the eyes of the pear tree, no tears, smile alone is still waiting to make the stars. Each night thoughts will fly great distances, agreed that the taste of a soul, a tenderness drunk each other’s Night’s Dream, also dim my eyes, so that dream Nianzhuan moved in the opposite side, the quiet of the night like let the mind no longer surging, pop oath not committed on the computer keyboard, do not let the dream again into the air, as you watch the rest of the night in the depths of. Beautiful night, the silence of the United States, the United States and tranquility.