Recently had a chance to look around, suddenly found that thought the familiar city, has lost many wonderful memories.
But still have some not disappear altogether But will soon disappear
So with writing the reverberation. {chongqing}
Maybe we do not leave a lot of things But I want to leave some voice in their own way With full of memories of notes
In this sad warm To love the prints
hey How long have you didn't take a closer look at his own shadow Started to ask myself
How long have you didn't listen The sunshine noise when the children from school
How long have you didn't in the breeze day silent meditation in the future
We all forget yourself How to forget...
So let us miss with this voice
Recently often do such a dream 12.00 here is empty
Only the intermittent echo I was the only one I heard the voice of the ethereal rhythm Hear a busker harps
But when I want to go to catch The but again disappeared That voice is far from me so far finally...
Childhood live in the house Was the road austral the demolition and relocation of recognition as light reminded the so-called ripples in my heart
Certainly there are many of my past They are never disappear
In 98, Is the beginning of me a lot of feeling
About the source of all dreams
The memory of those things already old
In the summer
Day house style of the fan in the 80 s
No TV remote control
I try to use this music bring yourself back
Some things feel very nearly close You go to see the time, however, found a long time
No one can refuse an invitation time But I thought that what will happen
I will be time to vanity The future is not coming And how far is it forever?
Occasionally heard the echo of the city...
In the end will it melt at reverberation. chongqing