Music, slow and low, and gradually filled the entire corner of the room.

Each person has a mind of their own territory, whenever the pain disappointment or depression, the emotional need to express relief to find inner peace and comfort, this piece of land hidden in the heart is "Secret Garden."
Such a night, suitable for listening. Has always been like this Shougang qin, often sounded, it seems there is a detached outside annoyance.
Life is a lyrical, I am just one stray note, or hi, or sad. In its own quiet lonely, searching for a way to arrive safely. Arrived at a kind of invisible remote, no one's open.
Moonlight coming from the windowsill to vent, soft white. The sky is a window Dangzhuo, the moon disappeared. The soothing music of the earth to cover up the noise, separated by a thin yarn unadorned, dressed in thin film, who's concerned about dream was removed?
The body in the room, the soul floating in the windowsill outside.
The silence in a busy fictional, no cheers, but in their hearts blooming.
Seemingly forgotten the past, from the graceful scenes. Mind wide open, overflowing into the Dark Night of the tear, there is no guard against heavy fall. Ruoyouruowu's shadow, is a long old painting.
This thin cool night, after all, is fragile.
Stubborn stand by, in many Qiqiaiai days are ultimately bound into a hollow and outrightly. I have exhausted all of the effort holding holding, thin body on the road walking in unknown to conceal the gradual deep fear.
Need a voice, pure and profound. In between the relief, support of my darkness and soul.

音乐缓慢而低沉，渐渐弥漫房间的整个角落。
　　每个人心目中都有一块属于自己的领地，每当痛苦失望或消沉时，就需要抒缓情绪寻找内心的平静和安慰，这块藏在内心的土地，便是《神秘园》。
　　如此夜色，适合静听。一直喜欢这首钢琴曲，每每响起，似有一种烦躁以外的超脱。
　　生活是一场抒情，我只是其中一个流浪的音符，或喜或悲。在独自寂寞的清静里，寻找一种方式，安然抵达。抵达一种看不见的遥远，无人的空旷。
　　月色从窗台泄进来，柔软的洁白。天空被一扇窗挡着，月亮不知去向。音乐的舒缓掩盖了尘世的喧嚣，隔着薄薄的纱缦，一袭瘦影，是谁梦里辗转的牵挂？
　　身体在房间内，灵魂漂浮在窗台外。
　　静默，虚构一场繁华，无人喝彩，却在自己的心里开着花。
　　那些看似遗忘的过去，一幕幕曼妙而来。思绪洞开，饱满成暗夜里的一滴泪，毫无防备沉重地落下。若有若无的影子，是一幅久远陈旧的画。
　　这薄凉的夜，终究是脆弱的。
　　固执的坚守，在众多期期艾艾的日子，最后也必将化为空洞和决绝。我用尽所有的力气握着抱着，单薄的身子在未知的路上行走，掩饰逐渐深切的惶恐。
　　需要一种声音，纯净，深远。在舒缓之间，支撑我的黑夜与灵魂。
　　
　　都有起点，从呱呱坠地的那一刻始。
　　都有终点，再远的路也有尽头。
　　不是没有追求，而是追求的路上茫然。
　　此时正是深夜，我黯然坐着。风声和月色都隐秘了，我等着黑夜的手将我推向黎明。
　　带我去灵性的远方吧，剔除浮躁的市声，渴望一种高度，渴望生命的另一种狂欢。星空下，月色如水，露珠晶莹，飞翔的翅膀掠过诗意，怦然心动。