Dark, that bits and pieces scattered like light, like ferocious beasts opened his bloody eyes.

Night, so quiet, he sat alone in the trees, the air round after round shadow flash, did not issue a trace of sound, if they do not want to break this silence.

Moonlight through the crystal dew, shining in the dark, that trivial issue haoguang. He looked at himself in the dew, and sometimes crazy.

Cold, immersed in my heart at the moment, but I do not know heart is bleeding or tears.

I do not know that to leaves, windblown, and rustling down, as if this is a silent world.

Suddenly, the grass under the trees came a trace of Qing Xiang. Tree, a white rabbit sitting there, crying eyes are swollen now. Their minds are not hide ah倫敦自由行.

He jumped off the tree and gently picked it, it has not the slightest resistance, like how life and death are no longer important.

Warmth came from palms, damp, and also in the cry? It was also why are you crying? Its body trembling.

He hugged it tightly, as if this can save another hint of the warm, and like sharing deepest desolation旅遊資訊網.

Or night, but do not know when, the sky has began to rain, breaking the calm of the night, disrupting his thoughts, as well as fragile heart.