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从梦里结出的花是献给现实的颜色。每一个相信幻觉的人都名叫童话。我在为数不多的沉默里带给沉默以喧哗.但无声的河流载着的落叶是它。一片苦寒凄冷的大地永远都不会老去.透彻的光与洁净的雪瓣延伸着纯粹.这纯粹是地平线上的背影.最终走进了梦的深处。你能一眼认识的大地赐于你涤尽心灵尘垢的圣水.之后微凉的清醒便和目光一样无边无尽。相信身边盛开着的全是梦了.你已被森林邀去。从一个女人的声音中找到地图.或一条断断续续逶迤着的小径。梦在身边芬芳.你忆起小时候的玩具、咿呀学语的样子,如今虽然仍是回忆.却缩短了彼此相遇的路程。一个女人是一座森林.她这样告诉你拥有梦的权利。这里没有任何歌唱的迹象.她在广阔天空的怀抱里.一直是个孩子。用幻想之心阅读所有被风吹过的日子.你会发现每一页的开头都起始于你的诞生之地。不要惧怕梦的虚构.它将比真实更加长久地深爱于你。
The flowers that come from the dream are the colors that are dedicated to reality. Everyone who believes in illusion is called a fairy tale. I was silent in the few silences, but it was the fallen leaves in the silent river. A cold bitter cold earth will never grow old.Clear light and clean snow petals extend the pure.This is purely the horizon of the back.Finally into the depths of the dream. The earth you can see at one glance gives you the holy water of spiritual soul, and then the soberness of the coolness is as endless as the gaze. I believe all around in full bloom is a dream. You have been invited to the forest. Find a map from a woman’s voice or a trail that runs intermittently. The dream is fragrant by the side.You remember the childhood toy, babbling, but nowadays memories are still shortened to meet each other’s journey. A woman is a forest and she tells you the right to have a dream. There is no sign of singing here, she is in the arms of the vast sky and has always been a child. Read all the days when the wind blows with fantasy and you will find that the beginning of each page begins in your birthplace. Do not be afraid of the fiction of dreams. It will love you more forever than it really is.