This is a wet fall, the weather is very cold, with a total exposure to a number of things, can not help but Duwusiren, causing flooding that kind of flood, flooded the injury of the season.
leaves rustling, Lone Wild Goose to Cheung, it is easy in this environment inspired sad mood, looking up at the sky, the pain was very hot, penetration of the cold night, I quietly suffer, not any unnecessary struggle.
breakdown in late fall, but will feel tranquil and warm shallow boring and not flat, it implies a touch of melancholy the strong flavors, leaving a sad, but not this night gave its too monotonous, pleasant mood and scene can fit, constructed quite varied mood.
along the way, walk thousands of miles distant, bizarre twists and turns along the depressed mood has been associated with thoughts, a thousand million turn back, surrounded by undulating hills, the spread of the infinite.
when it Jianbian rocks in the dripping, the gurgling sound of water temporary annihilation of the noise it was a worry, there shall use it to stream it quiet, tranquil atmosphere, you want to It goes in his consciousness.
reality frustrated, cynical society always tormented all the time, only to come and go from the text seems to describe some poetic onions are thick and tasteless, charm mule by the screen, with a beautiful cover everything sad.
if, the world experienced is a proof, then why not ring mark on the face, but buried in the bottom of my heart. And the need to explore and tap it again to return to those words in the light.
repressed memories of too many in the heart, a long time, it will degenerate even further torment the Cang crazy heart, tortured for a long time will gradually numb, and finally reduced to the care and comfort are all unnecessary.
once again revisit the scenes, to immerse yourself in them, and finally caught in a dream, the talk with the pain of separation for many years, it did not fulfill their promise to complete.
wish I could touch your face was a worry, however, are always in touch the moment to vanish, the remnants of a dream no matter how true, will eventually wake up, leaving the sky of the silk thread Fanghun, eating my last idea misappropriation slowly away.
watch you go the back, I did not scream, but look at you sailed away, when your last eye shadow lost in the moment, the tears once again the strong annihilation of all disguises, naked heart failure and showed a scene of human suffering runny nose.
weak feet down in the night curled up inside, afraid to speak, afraid to break the silence was filled with cool atmosphere, this is a wonderful feeling, but is so frightening.
I'm afraid, so afraid of the cold atmosphere in the lost himself, devoid of the last ray of hope, then living in the end she gave me nostalgia for paradise, or hell for me to punish it.
I wondered, and gradually, in my mind trying a lot of impossible hypothetical.
If life can be repeated, the shadow of the disease may not have been in your body.
If your heart is reluctant to let me worry about peace, I will no longer be so pessimistic.
If your sweet smile again more profound, perhaps I would ask to go to my many years of regret.
if reality is not so cruel, maybe I'll live better.
only with the tone of laughter are expressing their anger lurking sadness, teach people where to find the kind of peace?
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