Sad if spring, spring is neither, between the end is pale change garments according to the.
Not only is over, what brought from the past, mocked denounced. Youth play horse, the time a mill, maintain and increase helpless.
Having been to let go, why miss, cool wind rendering the appearance. Fine if the hair, cycle time, lost the spread between silently. -signature
Always likes to write some sad words, described the gloomy youth. Seems to enjoy the feeling, in fact I can't tell what feeling himself, is sort of like the words they use. Occasionally went through his wrote things, breath is wrong rhythm, I began to like them. Such, can make himself better, and better
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They all said, I am a very funny people, the fact so! See I write text, always have a sad inside, really totally changed. In this light, ha Well, as you said, split personality precursors! Or, I carry, pack sad lonely. Well! These are not important. Remember once had said, a few years this out of the two I fold, a love cry, love to laugh. There are so few people, is the real understand me! After all, most people see is I happy one side.
Just one, have already walked through 25 years. And from the mature change, growth is just so only a few days just, always experienced some things, can change. Did not remember how many times have changed. Really can understand after experience in, even if some things did not happen ago, but will not see through carefully to make it happen. That man is lose their head! However, wait until those after what happened to the real change is one of our fatal weakness. Perhaps, firsthand experience is like life the way of road signs and experience, changed, he wrote a. Occasionally look back down the road, the traces of mottled, always let their fuzzy the line of sight.
"A heavy rain, fell on far from me time, very far of the space". The familiar melody and in the ear ring out, and fly back to the thoughts of the once upon a time, not far to have tried hard to forget that memory, but the results to make it more clearly. Is who said, as it's hard to forget, don't forget, not let nature take its course. Or a good treasure they, they have an infinite kind significance. Lin jia had the bole sings, "" go with sorrow hate peace education, to one story, then the settled in, no matter good or bad. You let me grow up, it is worth the pain."
The crumbling light through the window in the classroom, play underground through those light, see dust flies upwards of appearance, suddenly feel very comfortable, have a warm feeling. Time is very bright and beautiful, seems to be no reason to his time in so quiet good sentimental. Still can be in the sunshine, smell the smell of a lonely. Maybe missed some people some things, and seems to be up the loss of time sigh. Between the two has actually cannot intersected connection, some people, may understand.
Time so bleeding, just turned around and all already strange. The past as the movies in mind as to deduce. But those who have just rolls of black and white film, even though a shed, more more deep sadness, and also can only be buried in the bottom of my heart. Looked up at the sky, and could not find ever of the blue, effort to fight, not to miss, but also have been let tears to bloom in the corner.
The four seasons metempsychosis, those who had buried. When leisure, back to the good looking for the lost anyway, she was there smiling, just the people around is no longer I. She is still happy, that's enough, isn't it? In fact, people always feel like this hypocrisy, whisper as long as her happy, it doesn't matter how he, still can be ground MoJi Peter will not let it go; People still so selfish, most care or their own, in order to you want, any deliberate. However, all that are still can tacit together, said, I pretended to be sweet, vows of eternal love all that is to you, you pretend to move. So those who agreed, fragile potentially vulnerable. We, is so sad.
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Can't help and remember the words: if a clean heart, flower and one world, bird paradise. We are still the quiet down, listen to the music. Even if ShaoHua flies, the four seasons is alternant, such as the shuttle an indifferent to meditate on, let a dream for pure rebirth. Fewer regrets, less sigh, the day is still bright and beautiful. We still look like a child, cannot bear too much. Or we all have an adult, at least we still accept education. People will get old, look back to see that go along the way deep shallow footprint, a series of road signs. Let his smile, no matter be bright or suffering, we all this smile, so light were smiling. And then to go ahead, but don't forget the passage back, don't forget, occasionally miss.
Cool wind has blown, and miss spread is endless. People have to end, built. On the streets of noisy voices hidden and around only gradually the voice of the wind. The leaves fall in full, the direction of home thoughts toward a few times, I meditate on the hometown of the name, tonight, and will be sleeping. Those people, those things, along with the strengthening of eyelid in the face. Good night, my friends, I have this to go ahead. In the dark, the outline of the outline of the figure and more vague. What to believe, and I will meet day you, see you smile, if can peach blossom.
