Tired of this world 's prosperity

athenanm

I do not know when, no longer aspire to the crowd , not obsessed with clusters of flowers owner , not like the banging of the symphony ... ...

is time to change me, and I can Do only silently accepted. I began to have gradually become tired of the love . Really hard to time so that once like something [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], something bad like it?

Perhaps, now, I have begun to look up at the sky like sad when the Yunjuanyunshu , listen to soft music when lonely , bored looking out the window when the wind whistling in the breeze , watching the leaves are Wind tore , the wind finally went the distance ... ...

like a person stay at home, arbitrary, despite how awkward do not want to go out their breath the air outside . Because I'm tired of the car in the side and from the gallops by [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with a layer of dirt from the dust , tired , noisy sound of people chattering [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], disturbances of the head going to explode .

Perhaps, I would like to go to one or wild or quiet place. A man, appreciate the barren fields , watching the birds whistling overhead. A man, appreciate the clear stream , listening to the voice of clear streams flowing . A man, appreciate the towering mountains , watching shady trees , the faint mist, chilly as the melted Yuet Wah . A man [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lying on the grass the dough , let the wind blowing from the ears . A person, standing on a hill , watching the noisy city unfolding like a silent shadow . At that time , I think , I have to avoid the hustle and bustle of the secular .

I stand high , listening to a soft song , which sings, >