Set foot on the starting point of the dream, looking for the warmth of home

That year, marching swirling rain, left the warm nests, looking for a childhood dream, looked at the mother's eyes moist, my heart is broken, how to wipe your tears from his eyes, pick up you that broken tears, looking at your thin figure, I numb. Like a child, I snuggle in your arms fall asleep, put the Buddha did not happen, that the more wonderful.
Carrying luggage riding in the way of the red brick magnetic tile, my dreams are more intense, looked pedestrian vehicles such as flood, my heart is confused. How many times have I asked myself, where is my way, my dream where I belong. Whether my choice is a mistake. Whether those pedestrians are also looking for the dream of starting point, my heart frozen such as the flow of the sea struggle.

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The pedestrian street, how eager to find the feeling of home, like the abandoned child, crying in the wilderness, a sour Bay mind, the spray drift of the heart, such as waves of galloping, as nothingness. Looking at the source of the blue sky, my heart quietly open, all greet that want to fill my abyss of suffering.
The wind blowing slightly, the air is getting thin, more and more quiet time, as if the hope of earth fell on the lower, also holding a fantasy refused to go back.
A person wandering the long, gradually tired, with a tired body, walking in a strange city, looking for more warmth of home, carefully listen to your nagging, gently stroking that wasted face, slow slowly pour the stories can be far away from me, has been unable to return to the original origin. Like you said, the birds are covered with sharp feathers, which allow them to fly in the blue sky.

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Home, how warm and happy title, before me set foot on the end of the dark line, I do not know which direction I had settled in place, that a panic atmosphere engulfed my thoughts and torture my soul, like that in winter Like withered lily.
Walking in the darkness of night, looking at not flashing the sky, thrown up my eyes with tears, and the scenes of the plot, rose before his eyes, perhaps, I can not face reality all the life! Always find comfort in the place of his mind waves, but every time hid in the night, will have too many helpless sadness and melancholy, that dream has not broken? Their only little memories, make every effort to maintain, continuously wrapped with layers of inner discontent, but how do not want to tear, and that self-righteous character?
Remember, the scenery like a baby in your arms.

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Remember, That you give me the appearance of the recitation of poetry.
Remember, that you sent me away from home when the scene.
Each episode in my mind, Cursive, stop the memories in my heart waves, metamorphosed into a little point to knock on my fragile nerves, just like those tears are the seeds of a missing.
Deep sense of love, the dream is still wandering footsteps to be buried, how many homeless people were expelled. Can not remember the smile once how true. Can not remember how deep ever dream of.

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Tiptoe, looking at the dream so far away, my heart endless sink is a dream too naive, the reality is more brutal, my heart years slowly swallowed.

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Repeated yesterday traces of home still years still today wandering leisurely precipitation in the long river, regardless of how rotation, the earth is how conversion can not change, the kind of thoughts and ideals, with my step by step before looking for the home feeling.

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