These days I always like to be alone

Winter one night, I caught in the flow of people from out of the cinema alone. With the overcast cold rain. A gust of cold wind is blowing, I contracted neckline. Out on the street, occasionally passing by car from the side, a splash splashing.

These days, I always like to be alone. A man walking to work, a man sat under the table lamp sinner, one up the Hill to see the scenery, a person to see a movie. And winter meet, is depressed. Feel a deep song echoed in life, let myself think about something distant.

Rhododendron Molle g Street in cold rain, learn a cool taste in the air, people fell into a reverie of beyond was forgotten in Sth Had in mountain Shang a seat ancient temple of eaves Xia hid rain, drops da of eaves water echo with Temple in issued of Zen sound, heart as was born; had in seaside of rocks Shang, alone to Liao looked sea deep, heart no by according to; had in that Lake edge of stone Pavilion, and that who led hand, that who faces also fuzzy, that cold small hand is into has art of feeling.