If no color

 Heart in the season, feeling the cold of autumn, people are still in season, but still wearing a sling in the white dress, walking in the autumn morning in September, but plays a creep. Stand in the bus station, where two- armbands to hold, cool thoroughly, at that moment in the deeply appreciate the monsoon.
morning, the total time for yourself, playback the past, there are some people that want to should not think, at this time felt thoughts are not of color, a pale. in the hands of a glass of water in her hand and slowly cooling from the hot, and finally became the palm of the hand as the temperature this morning, but not the desire of drinking water, either on the window position in the transparent glass, from rock to calm, with no color.
like to use to describe a state of trance, or just do not want to talk, or just feel the hopelessness among occasional, trance has become a high-sounding reason, as across the text at your fingertips, like, do not have any pull with. do not want words to describe my sorrow, words from the soul, my soul, occasionally jumping for joy, just the blood flowing in the body, there is no longer galloping desire to feel the same as that in one moment to such a calm, and no color.
heart season cover some old songs, every note means a complex, each complex has a color, or dull, or bright.
heart clings to the outside again in the season a year, a month, one day, that mountain, that water, that every landscape landscape hh are fixed in a certain set of images on the inter-gazing, or happy, or sad.
a particular color, the tone is left after the recall, I like the subtle, and always have. Maybe just do not like strong after the bleak, there is a from the high at the drop of flustered and stricken. then laugh whether you have old, no longer in the clouds, Taobao, passion, courage in the garden.
day every day, used one in the morning opened the established time eyes, and sometimes ask who he is, then where? answer is faint smirk, and then hurried to wash, hastily locked the door and rush in the rush to office, had a busy day, get used to dragging tired in the twilight the pace of the return. Jane and Jane's two points of the line every day so. as if every day is another from the house and repeatedly moved between the houses, the move, the hanging room lock, but also on the heart lock, a lot of time outside the house did not pay attention to the Nama Chaziyanhong is quietly blossoming.
every day, listening to different songs, feeling the different state of mind. oldies cover with those old days, left behind by the last is a black and white background, and adrift off the vibrato of passion, such as white children on the small red flowers, the colors may fade, but still a little faint scattered traces of happiness. in the leaves swirling in the season, occasionally to tidy up the strings behind which the footprints or deep or shallow, but no longer feeling lingering inside. eyes closed eyes open, the saw was a black and white paintings, hear No vibrato in that first song, but also clearly see the background of life ---- flat.
day every day, can not stop thinking of their own, can not stop their wishes, hoping in the plain add something on the background, but also looking forward to fill in each other's background on something. But when the ink spilled, often in shades of light and heavy will be the original intention of balance, too heavy too thick at the left a sad, too light too light Department leaving no footprints. found himself in the hands also outlined how slim the tip not the photograph of the complete picture.
day every day, walking in the same way, look at different scenery, rubbing shoulders with strangers, but different However, many current red skip between wiping the green beauty of blooming, growing old heart in black and white, until not see color.
no reason to think that if there is no color, your life, my life would be What happens?