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My dream is very small, very funny, but I still used to fantasy ... ...

The dying sun blood-red. Great balls of red clouds in the sky as Van Goghs modern paintings. The remaining few drops of shallow bright pink through the aperture sprinkled on the pedestrians. Everything was gone, only a kind of comfort in the waves ... ... A rare one weekend, dont have school tomorrow, today can go out for a walk.

I often think, if the morning is a beginning, a young, a naive, the sunset? Is a kind of aging, or a mature? I dont know, I dont want to know. I only want to be immersed in a kind of rare walking aimlessly ... ...

Along the way, the adults in a walk. I dont know in the evening walk adults unique habits is it right?. Is it right? I walk an old head on young shoulders? Is it right? A waste of time? Maybe, you will say that I am with no ambition at all. But you know, a literary family may in the dusk of birth. Maybe, you will say I am too arrogant. However, a full and meaningful life is the idea behind the yearning. Dream eyes is dynamic, it is beautiful.

I really like walking in the evening, let all the trouble away, let the feeble life more red dream. Beautiful sunset, good comfort me ... ...