November 04, 2010
Lonely, like a familiar name.
Autumn War, in the past, pain, fate.
Life is always too much on interpretation.
In fact, we are the same, the story of others laughing, but crying for their own stories.
The world go round, the four seasons cycle, leaves drifting across the quarter after quarter.
Moment of sadness imprinted in my mind, always wipe it away.
Lonely, like a familiar name.
Love, think of some of the story.
As if my heart has a key.
To open this wound city.
Loneliness is my shadow side.
Smiled and told me deja vu.
Live in, this sad city.
Memory, so be mature and sensible.
Butterfly flower drunk to spend it with the wind to fly;
Flower Dance Flower tears, crying flower petals fly;
Bloom for whom Xie, Hua Xie whom grief
Ink out of the window is a piece of the sky. I ring holding arms, looking at the color of the room open and lax in the pupil gradually integrated. Finally, better left unsaid ...
Like the quiet of the night sky ......
Many times .... illusion everywhere around us.
You say, this world really worry you? If so, then where?
Look, even if alone, but also strong growth.
In this gray city, I just want a little love.
Thought, have become accustomed to a person home.
Missed one, maybe miss life.
I changing or life changing?
Su beautiful flower Germany, stung,
Decadent sexy, so that they can no longer touch of Curcuma not let go,
Body injuries, so long as that awful gray precipitate,
All people, all in all, are completely,
Blood spread out, like a flower opening in the body,
De moment into the most unsightly scar,
Ear is sad music, the text does not play the keyboard with a touch of pleasure
De indulge in this way,
Curcuma perhaps the meet, Whisper words of mouth, satisfied, satisfied,
He is in Wei Liang, Bana Xie,
The happiness of those who have little in the young seems to us, not worth mentioning.
Thus, when the passing of life rings, a circle of rotation,
Often complex compound, the idea of what
The happiest, the best time is no longer,
Now we have one every day for the future, for the future,
The hard work, struggle, and efforts to
When then back memories, have no meaning,
Lost, looking in vain,
So, why not cherish,
Everyone has his own life Concerto
Song music, played the Eternal is their own,
The music is cheerful, relaxed, sad, quiet, joy,
To have played your hands,
Concerto for his life, played it to their own efforts,
I believe, will be exciting,
Beating in the darkness, such as ink,
Silent, stopped writing,
Heart reckless course,
Pause, adjourned to the ....
In many cases, the reasons for our pain is not not brave, brave but only after a sudden find that we are not brave when far more happiness.
Every day, eventually you freeze a moment in my heart. There are always many things to many people, it will become indelible memories.
We have been looking to find photos and memories the story of his right. Whatever the final outcome is a happy smile sad or miss, will spread into the most beautiful in the past.
We are a leaf drift boat, swing over flowers, Yang Guo Hua Xie, reminding us of scenes through a cycle, with a winter silence want love, love with a dazzling flowers, with a flower thank the lonely nostalgia Love green without complaint.
Just out of a barren heart
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