Smoke

Like the silence of the night, lit a cigarette, counting the smoke filled the footsteps of the night to see the wound, pain after another, watching the smoke lonely, scattered layers.
?? like upset, breathing past the debris in the heart, Zhanzhuan lost mood. Smoke, take care of the mouth goes silent, the heart, sentimental feelings that lost.
?? lit a cigarette, the dark thoughts, whole body light, twilight, monocular awakened from a dreamless wide open, looking for a memorable journey.
?? dim street, a figure drifting.
?? lost the fingers, a trauma crying.
?? smoke, such as scarred calendar, the more fuel the more short stretches of loneliness, but dried up as the ashes of Zen, the more the longer the drop, smoke in the story, turned a sympathetic one-sided, painful, desolate sad the night.
?? blurred the coffee shop, mixing dark corner, curling red cigarette butts, your shadow is still so obvious, you figure that people stop pictures of charming, light red wine pan, one every friends drunk, holding thousands of hazy smoke in the cup, slowly tea light TV drama such as sand music, come to a close, smoke in the miss, the warmth retaining a winding, difficult before you.
?? smoke little by little, the situation for some period, smoke in the weight loss, the situation in the transformation, see the twinkling of an eye, such as smoke led forgotten, but also as clouds of thick loose to take it lightly.
?? Time flies, emotions falling off, smoke the lonely, exiled how many of the Spring and Autumn and make the flowers bloom Yun of the joys and sorrows, the smoke of burning in an upsurge of surging.
?? light burning, as the old hand by.
?? settled, like the memory of the wave and fell.
?? you say I do not smoke in the past, when enjoyed from the share of other differences come to their senses, in fact, I already saw, lay your fingers over the traces of smoke, it is not gurgling after water, after the dense rough.
?? smoke in the tears, the ups and fans into a melancholy sigh of competing values, Hanyu sunset, burning out and put out the story, only that breath of smoke, still in silence as you miss in the clear.
?? thought of the lonely burial horizon, thought of the confusion cigarette reduced the wilderness, thought about the situation with cigarette and quit cruel, lonely, lonely time, when available, to think that the first sad song, and imagine you can quit smoking, but quitting smoking was more difficult.
?? no smoking, no longer forgotten, no longer lonely day put a smile, a touch of quiet solitude where exclusive tobacco and ice.
?? smoke in the lonely, having an affair with the Red Dust, the misty mood, thoughts of ancient times was on the torch.