In the misty rain, a group of pigeons legislation quietly in the distance of the high-rise roof, I long to gaze at these beautiful birds and docile, they are also looking at Shou-lead gray sky, meditation or reverie? Securidaca thin as the dusk falls softly around them, everything is quiet, convergence in light rain in the wings, then , then quiet. "They really impressed!" In the window, you murmured. You dissolve haired hair, put on the shoulders, a smile in the eyes of the circulation. This is the warmth dusk, a soft United States, the United States and a leisurely, a melancholy beauty, I am at the same time with deep gratitude to look forward to also view their own heart. As a long time did not come across wine, I too soon a drunk. To talk about water in the days to come, we are familiar with the lives of those most trivial details, however, has long been the feeling of rounding grinding blunt Shu Seoul habitat for a group of pigeons in the rain by touch. This is sharp enough to penetrate deep pleasure of the evening mist, in the hearts of cutting down aÎßÔÓsorrow. Pigeons know this is a long rainy season? the wind will be a lot a lot of leaves from the tree Edgeworthia on Abduction tear down, throw in the mud on the road, who would take pity on them? Pigeons did not waver, every evening, they gathered at the nearby roof, it seems that the exchange in silence, but also seems to pray in silence. We use binoculars to observe the , I saw them turning a pure gentle eye, as if the mind is thinking about distant. In my strong desire, and is different from the one of pearls, is also different from the one Mingyan gem, you may as soon sigh, stranded in the air, I am a show of hands, it will disappear Perhaps more light as light can enter through my mind the most dark house, you get row door of an inner room, where they no longer have cobweb and dust. Even the dreary days of rain, light footsteps will never cease, you are always unexpected places people greeted me like we found that the rise of these Chilan set of pigeons in the rain to greet him as our eyes surprise. when flying, disappeared afterÒ» populated buildings. We always believe that they will come back, come back in another evening in another fall back, Mu of the misty rain, in the , and with our silent sea. If we are that pigeons on the roof, Mu in the fall of rain in the evening, which, as the silent, who can in our This is a happy to add another on top of the well-being of this?