In the aftermath of the crushing all dreams, in all the pain has been covered with the time at the end of the, in once countless lights wanes to the close in I see not pure to come to the road, backwards in seasonal scenery find the home to return to. Some time is not old, waiting for the last of the life in the most secure years. Green slate or a wet after a heavy rain hong thai travel , but the flowers fall, and remember who said that there will never be dissipated in the twilight……

Bolt on the lock can not open the old lock, mottled rust, as if time only eroded its body, in a distant going to memories up time. It was covered with traces of the years, the story has been blurred, memories never picked up. However hong thai travel , most afraid of is the power of the emotionless.

See the courtyard tree Magnolia corniculatum I could not help but burst into tears, surging crowds passing from the side, who hurt the heart of who, and who is wrong who, who has gone too far, who hide in behind did not dare to look at. Why is a turn of the moment years to become a memory of the appearance? I left you in at a loss after fleeing in panic. There is the voice of crying time hong thai travel , who knows who talk insincerely.

Why every time you have to bloom so warm, the big white cold too busy. Why have never seen you fall, is not I have missed? You always greet me with the most prosperous life, and I always change in the back of the lonely. The night was cold to hurt my heart, you are in my pillow dream. I dream of the colorful world of the crystal ball, I dream of your hand gently brushed my face……