Mydreamisverysmall,veryfunny,butIstillusedtofantasy......

　　Thedyingsunblood-red.GreatballsofredcloudsintheskyasVanGogh'smodernpaintings.Theremainingfewdropsofshallowbrightpinkthroughtheaperturesprinkledonthepedestrians.Everythingwasgone,onlyakindofcomfortinthewaves......Arareoneweekend,don'thaveschooltomorrow,todaycangooutforawalk.

　　Ioftenthink,ifthemorningisabeginning,ayoung,anaive,thesunset?Isakindofaging,oramature?Idon'tknow,Idon'twanttoknow.Ionlywanttobeimmersedinakindofrarewalkingaimlessly......

　　Alongtheway,theadultsinawalk.Idon'tknowintheeveningwalkadultsuniquehabitsisitright?.Isitright?Iwalkanoldheadonyoungshoulders?Isitright?Awasteoftime?Maybe,youwillsaythatIamwithnoambitionatall.Butyouknow,aliteraryfamilymayintheduskofbirth.Maybe,youwillsayIamtooarrogant.However,afullandmeaningfullifeistheideabehindtheyearning.Dreameyesisdynamic,itisbeautiful.

　　Ireallylikewalkingintheevening,letallthetroubleaway,letthefeeblelifemorereddream.Beautifulsunset,goodcomfortme......