Running My Style

Running My Style By James Tian 诵读：读诗怡人 People said, There’s nothing worth paying for, In addition to interests and life, But living is the last king. I thought, Don't wanna be a breathing cell only, Still have many things beyond time and money, Can move the young heart, So this is the reason. The rainy days are my love, Every drop is like a bitter memory, Hit heavily on the window, Let myself realized , That I’m not the unique between the earth and heaven. Running my style, And turn around, Sitting on the silent roof, All the temporal stuffs are missing ones. Holding my style, I say it’s true, All the injustices are clouds, All the injustices are waste materials, To have myself is more than chance.