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it for me, always with a kind of strange and magical atmosphere. often, there will be a roaring train, and sped away without nostalgia. sometimes green buses, sometimes look dust sealed trucks. storey dormitory in our attic, you can train saw far. In the evening, when everything around not into darkness, we will quietly sit on the roof, waiting for the train to pass through the meandering. Sometimes, also at night, we would walk to the Academy. Standing on the bridge, the train from our feet slowly climb. it carrying a brilliant car lights, shining like a river, smooth glide paper made dark background. every day at that time, it will go through here. Trains are punctual, it looks like a convention. We did not know ralph lauren sale it before, I do not know it's coming, but I know that at this moment, it will be here after. Regardless of where it comes from where to go, this moment, it is honestly exist in my real world. Even just passing. I often recall that stood on the roof or waiting for a train on the bridge looking hair girl. When the train passed, the wind blowing raised her skirts regularly whipped. now think of it, it is always silent. I do not remember it all sounds to. It glide silently from the depths of my way to remember. In fact, it is definitely a sound. Rattling, heavy body rub rails and rules issued by the surging sounds coming from a distant place, the whole world suddenly became very empty is empty. Only the sound in hazy.

There whistle, muffled, the long, sighing in general, has been extended to the outside from a dream, a dream. why in my memory, it is silent it? it and go for a walk, it seems the same color with some kind of dream. Its length is a distance itself appears. What's more, there is such a long journey outside of it? It is through the mountains, from the edge of my eyes had been heading for an unknown abyss. Why would so love a means of transportation. I do not understand. Each time, he saw the train passes, looking shadowy figure in the window, I would feel my life outside of life. In the window where they are, come together that long journey, what always happens, right? They have a common story, and I'm just a spectator. Let me state this fascination. I always feel that they intervene too much life, only this time, I would kind of aloof contented. they are no roots to drift, and blindly revel in this small enclosed space. When I go outside they look ralph lauren polo mens sweaters at the past, I have because of this gap while awake. I can stand deep in their own lives, the lives of others looked. I always wanted to be a live outsider. In fact, we are being held hostage by a lifestyle of trains flying. Everyone has their own train. Also live in other people inside the train. But who, we looked at the train outward it? I looked just like everyone else. Perhaps, is a compassionate God. Perhaps simply because those curious thought adventures. But we like the train passengers as unsure.