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I brought a ticket to the world,but I back again.
Everytime I listen to the music from Joanna Wang,I would like to think about the true of turth.
So funny how it seems always in time but never in line for dreams.
People always head over heels when toe to toe,but the never find the reason for shoulder to shoulder.
I found somebody to be with me for almost everything I wanna do now,but I still get some reasons to feel lonely.
Lonely,this is the sound of my soul.
Why do I find it hard to write the rythom of the next line?
Sometimes you think I’m smart,but I don’t know.
I keep a turth in my mind when something troubling me sometimes.
I keep the faith to myself and still keep the faith to the world.
The compelicated world has given me numerous reasons to ged rid of my faith,but I still have it.
I concede that my basic human nature has not changed over recorded time,and that coming to appreciate this fact by looking at the past time can be beneficial in how I can live in a light and effective life.
Disagreement from one person can be inhibit learning when two opponents disagree on fundamental assumptions needed for some meaningful discourse and debate.Like I was always think of the time and the vestige of the time with an individual theory by myself or oneother but I still learned anything.
The imagination and the reality are both important to the life,especialy when i should paint some pictures or compose some rythem,I lost the passion for something that is possible or something seems impossible because of the age.
I am young but I am not as young as before.
That’s why I always be lament of how time flies.
When I’m sad,or lament,or something made me troubled,I will breath.
Just breath.
Because basic human nature could cover up the fact of life.

The feeling that you gave me that made me toubled.
It wasn’t the feeling i want.
It’s time to give up and it’s time to start.

Give me a chance.
Be mature.

It’s hard to find the foibles of oneself.
It’s harder to find the value of mature.

An embrace by a moonnight shadow.
What it is means.?Love,or some other thing,right.?
No,an embrace just a sense of camaraderia.
The peaceful night she saw him,a beautiful T-shirt under moonlight.
He passed on worried and warning,she feeled comfortable and calming.
They lost themselves in the riddle last Saturday night, far away from the noisy city.

Good evening, this is the voice of her.
In the next hours, we will get into another beautiful world.
Into the world of night,moonnight,and just the sense of camaraderia.
Turn off the the mobile phone,please take a deep breath in the park,we feel relax.
Start to move slowly, very slowly. 
Let the moonlight be our guiding light.

The trees that whisper in the evening, he can’t breakaway by a moonlight shadow.
She was singing a song of sorrow and grieving with the peaceful moonlight.
All she saw were the moonlight through the leaves,and a white T-shirt under the stars.
He was relaxing under a towering oak,and she couldn’t find the way to push through.

Good evening, this is the voice of him.
This night is unique,it seems like in another world.
But the world is beautiful.Much more beautiful.
Her round face is lovely,she is like my little sister.
Let us dying in the stars by a moonnight shadow.
The moonlight is our guiding light.
We move slowly under its guidence.

in the peaceful Saturday night,They carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Their vision forming is changed,and all things,changed.
Stars were glowing in a silvery night, far away on the other side,
Would he come to come to give her an embrace.?We still have no idea about it.

They stayed,She prayed.I can’t see the future in heaven far away.
She stayed,he prayed.We can see the future will come to us one day.