Emotional expression

Taxi firmly in the midnight streets, I sat in the back seat, under the influence of alcohol while drowsy rushes to the head, the window of the neon and noise gradually become brown study. To hear the song of the wandering singer also, more and more far, more and more light, as it is submerged in the noise. Next to the Dow closed eyes, stocky body on the back seat, mouth humming from time to time, ambiguous lyrics, still meet for just a stray singer and excited. I think, the graceful note wrapped under the singing who must have his own story. In the beautiful midnight, maybe in a wonderful dream, I become a wandering singer, as Zhuang Zhou became a butterfly in dreams, free to walk through the colorful......
I am a wandering singer. I don't know where it came from, don't know where to go. I toward the movement of people singing, in the colorful neon stroked the strings. I stood in the middle of the night street, guitar in hand and an old box is all I have. Midnight is not dark, dim light but not lack of light. From the lights down, I like to see their own reflection all a hideous mess of scattered on the ground, this let me know what I stand here. I love most of the neon, their color spots throughout the world. Flow through the neon knits streets, and gradually becomes a flow of light and shadow. In a noisy crowd, I am alone; in the wandering lights, colorful neon, singing my sorrow. I was wandering, wandering the streets, looking for the past, only the good memories.
Time is a good filter, can put the past becomes soft and smooth, even the memories of the waveform sharp twists and turns. Some experienced tangled, resentment or pain, gradually have unforgettable; lost once happy, happy and lost, sometimes like a green vines wither gradually, enmeshed in feet. I miss the past, miss the life in the process of each segment intersection. I often think of a song, and while holding hands through the corner, gently humming it for her. Time is also an amplifier, put the past amplified so powerful, I lost them, take to the road, when a stray singer, for all the confusion reported to find the song,, to stray.
Not long ago, I came to an ancient bridge, blue brick covered bridge, mottled marks covered with stone. At night, I sang and played in the bridge. Not far away is a river, under the night, gurgling river is like a thick, fresh ink, black with white and clear, water vapor with the scent of rolled across the strait. I hold the old but very good use of the guitar, before inserting a few red candle, the candle light to illuminate the crease just full of music. That night under a light rain, I will sing, from time to time, thin rain line floated into the bridge, brings coolness.
I noticed that one of the students look like people standing not far away, staring at me, he had to listen to a long time. Light rain line rustle and, with a little into a transparent rain curtain. Suddenly, his hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards me. I stopped singing, watching him. He came up to me, whispered, I can point the song. He seemed to have a lot of determination, trembling of the body in slightly. Yes, I said with a smile.
I miss you every day.
Time said four words, he said very difficult. My heart one Zheng, the world suddenly become very quiet. Several beam flame front sway gently, seem to be able to hear the rustle raindrops cut through the air. Toggle the strings, tweedle dum, I brought Mike, gently close your eyes.
When I stood at the window, you walk more more far. Every beat of my heart, can you hear. When I lingered in the middle of the night, you are in my heart. Every vow you, reverberated in the ears. Once upon a time, I often play the song she personally taught me the song, she is always the piano to sing softly, softly, ethereal. Now, sometimes I play for myself, gentle song always sings aphonia.
To sing softly, quietly listening, voice seemed to come from far away, close my eyes, I saw a fuzzy shadow. A light song, but more like a sea, a storm. Elegant tone, I sing sad sound. At the end of the song, the young people thank you, to hold an umbrella and walked into the misty rain, quietly left.
The rain river behind, lighting blurred flicker.