The dream°

　　　　　　　　　　 　 I have a dream Open after wake up eyes, the window naked dawn quiet and serene, shining on the dusty desk piled up, suddenly from my dreams back to reality. I picked up the pen, began to speed his pen. However, suddenly stop the pen, up the hearts of dreams often missing and longing. I was in a confused moment, and you made love. First you, I walked with a summer and winter. Have you, my spring more blew; had you, I no longer lonely boring rainy season; with you, my heart no longer empty and cold. Later you, but gradually and I pull away, regardless of cold and warm impermanence, regardless of the four seasons change, your shadow, in my mind a lot. Even the last you, is my relentless forgotten, only to hear "click clean" sound, connecting you and me make a clean break with the chord was. But, you know? I did not give you completely forget, when night closed eyes before, or after the morning opened his eyes, you are the kind of name again in my ears around on, I realized that you and I have long time no see…… Dream, is good, but the reality is cruel. The vision for the future of the US, in the first moment, wrote the most beautiful dream and best wishes, however, with the passage of time bit by bit and, in the process of growing up, the original that piece of paper full of beautiful and pure, seems to have more and more of the old yellow, I do not know when already covered with the forgotten wrinkles. It is a dangerous situation, in one night, I brought you a crumpled, viciously throwing you in the trash, erosion by raindrops make you complain, confused about my beautiful shell and deceive you. But after a heavy rain, when the beautiful rainbow across the vast sky, so I don't have the heart to take your pick up, put you on the balcony, enjoy the first sunshine warm, regain my confidence in you and hope. Dream, you like I never loved ones, in the distance waiting for me to give you realize. You want me to forget your beauty, but want me to remember your root. You asked me to break the immature wings, acquired a stand on solid ground feet, because you're not a cloud in the sky, you are behind the mountains the vast expanse of the sea! Dream, my old friend, perhaps many years later, when I finally meet you, I am no longer young, the crow's feet up the corner of the eye, but I know, you will always be young, your beauty, your light, in my heart forever…… I do not know when, out of the window of the sun has become increasingly strong, the window of the pine caterpillar fungus lifted its heavy head. I suddenly remembered the pine Cordyceps flower: memories, dreams! The idle memory dream really boring, so I clenched again hands pen. Because, I want to change about your memories and thoughts for the near reality! 　
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2013.6.18　　1：25