Thoughts on the Roof

I cann't tell what's the felling of that I sit on the roof. That's , e, maybe the feeling about that I never benn so close to the blue sky, the white cloud, the nature. And I am linstening to the music. The songs I love make me want to sing with the piece of heaven and earth. Actually I am a bad singer, I even did not listen to music a lot. How wanferful it is. I can feel mountains are around me, althought the mountains are around the phonex. And I am using QQ to talk to my friend, wow, good experience. When I yawn, I really feel I can touch the sky! Looking at the further place, I also can feel my soul is flying. I believe that I can fly….. If I can dance, I will do it until I can dance in world stage. Of course, it's a joke. When the sun shines on me, it seem there is gold on the floor. It ‘s so holy that it look like a fairy tale or a fream. Look up at the sky again, it will be dusk soon, but I would like to say it was down again in a day. I mean life is like the sun. the dow n is a baby, and the noon is an adult, then dusk is an old man. I hope my "dusk" is another "down". Sounds good ,right? I don't know what else I can say. I am closing my eyes, and, sleep,bye-bye.