We Are Just Parallel Lines

Facing the ocean, my eyes hot. Round the red sea, in the quiet of the setting sun, a burning a few cloud and then get back to the original appearance; Street light, YiZhanZhan orange lights and then transfer to the autumn leaves quiet and warmth. Along the highway, is holding these warm lamps, I started... A person, a way, at night.

The sea breeze is very light, kissed leaf of green banana, Holly clusters and sometimes whispers, is the cricket for autumn which singing. Walk quietly, the look like to very far of the place look, see the long road, in busy street, then is always thinking of the front of the unknown, unknown story is in town.

Go to feel lonely, small voice singing on, unknown melody, but feels familiar. Ah, remember like deja vu a person, if if not have, have of reminded of her, also have such singing, but also in the way of the early lanterns. Has a lot of autumn, I'm not used to, a way of man, a person, optional of meditation, the story of a man.

Walk, go to the highway and railway at the intersection of a bridge. Even if no bridge, also know a few guide rails, and railway train after a few know every day. Because every afternoon, I always a person in the next to the railway and watched the trains. This is a freight railway, afternoon when few go car. Every time the train, I just keep the hand, the loud cries of submerged in rushing train, and then a loud long whistle, I don't catch on in the front of the sound up. Through the old iron baluster,

I followed the rusty stains tracks to distant walk, have quietly white clouds, the track your thoughts more and more clearly. The memory of the stone was broken, time polishing pad in the shop on soft place, then connect in forward on the path of the scenery on the way, even if the very lonely, but also grows better.

To the distant place, good free and easy words. If no memory of the road behind shop, no simple beautiful, even if the prosperous scenery, also is doomed to be a very lonely fireworks show.

The way forward, always have staggered. If we hadn't staggered, parallel and I have, you have not lost, with smile to greet me, even simple a "hi", I can understand you sincere blessings. Each other cherish this meet, ok? Because we have been in parallel, occasionally a joint of, is a beautiful memory.