Standing in the years of the static smoke at the night sky fake oakleys, a meteor instant across. The meteor beauty, beauty in it shining gorgeous brilliant light, the United States is in it across a perfect elegant track, beautiful in its thrilling moment. My heart was this beautiful scene shock, it is so beautiful, solemn and stirring like that, I heard the voice of the meteors fall. Someone said, to make a meteor pious only beautiful wish, this desire will become a reality.

Bright moon with mysterious veil, I like water in the moonlight watch the world of mortals. Always remember once walked on, remember once accompanying friends. Those who smoke of the past, those who pass by, in a casual moments from the dusty in the memory again emerged. Life a lot of people, destined to become a passenger. Those who once of the past, those beautiful met, those who warm words, those who have read minds, is already in the world the marks of the fuzzy...

Remote have once upon a time, already is a whole different state of mind. Perhaps, in this life a lot of miss because fate too shallow, when those beautiful in life past become beautiful beautiful scenery, I know, the past does not need to stay. Someone said, the most precious is already lost and not get. Actually, do not have just a kind of regret, has lost is a feeling of sadness. Don't lose to kick myself, don't miss before awaken. The past is not important, the important thing is not to miss eyes scenery.

Watch the world of mortals, a kind of worry and miss, a pleasure and delight, a comfortable and romantic, tells the good feelings. A know, can put into a clear stream only sorrow, a know fake oakleys, can put into the cloud in the sky lost trouble; A know, buildings in the world of mortals can deduce into happiness poem watchman. The real know, is a kind of mood, is a kind of appreciation, is also a kind of heart the tacit understanding. Sometimes without words, not painstaking, he already is worth words of expression.

Busy fall do, stood in silent lights dim be together. Time flies, in sail over what I meant how unappealing facing silently. Buildings in the world of mortals, will someone know, know when the mood of the fallen petal wandering lonely, know how far the darkly with quiet waiting, know the snowflake danced in the air flow when the emotion. If life is a long journey, please give me all the way to the stars, the dim light up the long distance. If the watchman be a spiritual meet, please give me a one thousand constant commitment.

I'll be quiet sitting in the world of mortals watch. With a calm heart, indifferent to love, waiting for the meteor vow, waiting for the agreement of the eternal.