There is no tomorrow

 I thought back to the former kind of a quiet life, no love , no hate , no happiness, no sorrow , people seem to live in a vacuum. You find me , I can not give you satisfaction, I'm not your princess dreams of roses , I'm just an Epiphyllum, after the fleeting beauty , no one cares whether she has tomorrow. Epiphyllum there tomorrow? Who knows ! ? So, I can only love you in silence , to my real feelings toward a black hole , never respond , never return. In fact, I do not want anything ! Autumn has been to the cold breeze off the sleeve, the goddess of the tree leaves. Gradually cooling the burning love , getting cold , getting off ... ... . A summer for 4 months at most , a love that only last 22 months up to a maximum of youth but also for how long? Who knows , as Epiphyllum young , beautiful and subtle language . Epiphyllum not tarnish the beauty , love, innocence can not be desecrated. I have a right to love beauty, but I could not resist wither after blooming . People will like blooming night-blooming cereus , and no one to care about the beauty after withering . Some people want Epiphyllum violence to the U.S. so unscrupulous that they not only beauty but has not been accelerated Epiphyllum her withered. After this, leaving only the endless lament , lament that plaintive beauty. She withered in the morning , in appreciation for the forgotten , who knew of her desire to look forward to tomorrow . Beautiful night alone , quietly leave when dawn . No Peony noble ; as roses blooming ; not Lotus noble ; and no chrysanthemums quiet. In fact, the night-blooming cereus is also eager to pure love , nor desire to stay young . However, all this , who knows ? Epiphyllum tomorrow , God knows ! 2001.10.31 without the dream.