Maple Leaf one

Maple Leaf one falls Montreal, long thoughts alone asked days. Occasionally turn up album, memories of past events, only to find the person in the photo have been gradually blurred, hazy figure of squash in the mind. Constantly changing color of the sky, the time without hesitation and pass on, I keep what, perhaps only fragmented memories of that point and the infinite sadness. People went to sunset, go first dream of empty. Mad laughter liberty tears, drunken recall of Judah.
A windy day, also like someone ran into the wild, still flying a kite, watched her fly in the sky, watching her Shuttle in the cloud, feel every subtle vibrations on a slender thread. Lying on the grass, a delicate fragrance of flower fragrance smelling grass, staring at the blue sky, deep and distant. Kite wander establishments do as one pleases in the vastness of the sky, flying very high and far. With joy, for her, in the vast show style, so the impulse to a kind of flying, but could not bear. Sad sad for her, distance between she and I have not subjected to the this thin line, so you want to call, but the heart. Contradictions may be caused by this figure repeatedly in frustration repeatedly, and the result will only be painful, sad, sad, sorrow. Blame yourself? Always do not know.
In lost in decadence, in panic, wandering, loitering on the edges of the erosion. Darkness, think over again and again, after the bustling, disappeared, all the same, what has not changed. Disconsolate heart, felt something was lost, searching for every possible corner neglected end henjin blows the wind, cloud escaped and disappeared. Through paralysis of alcohol, with the cigarette toxins in an attempt to not thinking not your troubles, attempted to free moments of solace for the time being, heart faint of pain, for photos, not returning to youth.
Dongmo rain, choppy, the continuous patter of raindrops, people like to make people worry. Not reconciled, snow began. Snow White flocculation, a moment to become ice particles, with attached under crowded round severely hit in the face of the wind, tingling tingling. The hand cold. This should be the last time.
Wake up in the night have not faded, the vast tracts. Snow, scattered, still floating, seems to be enough once to the next, to give vent to long backlogs of melancholy. Suddenly has a strange move, nose grieved, no silence. Performances of the same scene and again, is God's arrangement was a trick of fate?
There, where bleak. yore reproduce, Misty Rain tear dip skirt. belongs to my youth about the past, youth in this pink, what is left?
Yao first glimmer of day, staring eyes tear. Past storm, fly in qianqiu recalled.