Pearl necklace

Morning pearl ribbon threaded through again, it may be a thousand dewdrops. 
So for a moment I get my neck in the morning, compiled by the tape. The day time, 
evaporate it off. Like the splendor of a dream for us to be. 
This world is already telling a new story. They are the stories of hearts 
pearl necklace, a strong time of memories patina. They are able to proudly 
only carry those memories fondly caresses. 
My days out of the past 
I walked past again, and the moments of these memories in the coffin is closed. 
Point comes that time to the serenely quiet calm down. 
Then the rocking chair, and the business of the evening is the moment harmonious.