Wind, with their sleep, herring birds, across the moon in the sky to draw sad. Pear in full bloom all year, then came under the tree, drinking alone to talk, let makeup arouses pity.
Memorable III gentle, memorable sigh. Pear tree smiles are Gouliu why hard to meet. Looking back, pear into an open sea, you do not come out hiding in the depths. Rush shadows of flowers, hastily worry, not the fleeting off, the flow of the river rehabilitation. Pear petals picked up traces of water in the dim moonlight, the light dance. sprocketHate myself for not retain, Huazipiaoling artesian water, everywhere Tee Sang, covered the sky, Montreal pear, bright red for me. Sansei stone clearly said, touching each other permanently. Dream thousand turn back, smoke and dust cleared, fingertips.
Out of sight of the sky residual gentle, invisible to each other that year waiting pear tree, planted in the agreement. Slowly decaying is my silly, slowly rotting your gentleness.
Small filled lake, fishing sadness, that sadness, has degrees in late autumn.心有千千结, could not bear parting spit. Just to be with you of the butterfly. Moon-like surface of the pool, leisurely Jumping smoke, pear tree shed all lean side. Hope the new moon, like your eyebrows. With instant, greeting Floating Life.
Su-hand side has incense, Shihua buried months, any black hair flying. Pear pear trees down, out of sight of Iraqis face, the clear shadows of year can still be seen face. Difficult to meet, such sorrow heartbroken. My heart is cold, waiting for you to hurt.
Xinrudaoge no one can say, leaning pear tree by himself looking down, look in the water the moon, Pathetic thin, dim room, he saw you said work together to old age. Saw string together since you have three thousand black hair, for me I of tender. Dressing on the scene, tears of thousands of lines. Who knows, Ewha forest behind, we used to spend.
Drank alone Cheng pulls back, sigh, memories to hide in the attic windows look different Hin, you can not get out to hide in the depths of the pear. Other side of the song but still.
Pear petals scattered over the ground, quarter cycle, but not soon to be buried. I unloaded the contents of your makeup, how Stronghold full bloom, and who should I become old?
Tears like. Banchi nostalgia rice paper, falling on your face red. Can you hear, see? Not touch the night painting. That year, the Red House, wedlock, your hand, hold Xiangsi Dou.
In cold Lengyu Ye, waiting alone in the pear forest, wet Pathetic. Cold Lengyu Ye, the monopoly moon, no place to sacrifice Acacia. This Kobayashi gradually into the night, when the pear over and over and spent residue, left unattended subtle fragrance.
Years later, who a song, pear forest remains. Chanchanmianmian that song, who sings in whom, so affectionate, so grief. In the time of the tunnel, upstream, looking for the rotting pear tree before the vows. Lost and full of white frost.
After this Liyuan Opera, can not find Zaichou Mao Yin, teenage delicate features. Like the face of your past life, suspected Carve your last life, I heard you sing that song:
"Ming Bao, such as paper, Stronghold, how able to open? Died and one back, how to live over, who should I desperately love? Tears like, frowning forget, Who is worthy to phrase the end of time, is that the roots of the face rouge The wound on. "
My heart is cold, waiting for you to hurt, but unfortunately you never know ...
2010年12月19日星期日
Before we
Before we knew it had, the time for the elderly deprived of the right of our freedom, in our knowledge of the time has quietly in the past. Looking at a picture of the face full of youthful passion, I feel shame, when ever, I also full of passion, however, only see the face of depression and decadent. His eyes a little moist, but stubborn too carried away, the tears in the left in the Orbital. sprocketYouth once lamented the years, such as in our fleeting scattered in one place, breaking into numerous debris, broken pieces of thin ﹑ ﹑ ﹑ slightly gently. Hurt Quercus tile of that time with the left atrium, the heart is still aching, but helpless, let time take away our youth.
My mottled Enron get through this city, it becomes no longer familiar with the alley, a loss must look at the bridge V, who ant colony, the cold was looking at passing vehicles and the crowd, then looked up still a bit harsh sun, melt the years of our life, who had all ceased to exist.
Time of the runner, flows through our advertised in youth, the memory of those long, gradually aging yellowed in a moment. Old photos still print the smiling faces carved flower of our youth, today's enlarged photo which was filled with sorrow at the frustration that years of publicity gradually go away, the rest is the elongated shadow of the lonely and sad.
Holding cups, finger came slightly heat, whereas mist slowly rising above the exit of the glass, slightly hot tongue touched the pain, warm water down the throat all the way down, flowing in various places, with sweat a hot water dripping down, the summer drinking water is really not a good thing, but is like the feeling. Perhaps some time, do not know that they will doing some incredible things.
After drinking water, and hair nerve had to buy a convenience store ice cream, watching the ice cream in the sun to melt a little bit too, was once a group of people eating ice cream, is now a few people eating ice cream. Sunshine blurred vision, two extreme feelings, hot and cold, one is left atrium, one is the right atrium, do not know which is warm, and which is cold.
Today, ice cream, laughter has become sad, the flow from the side of the atrium side, little by little, beginning to get cold, young, little by little began to pass.
My mottled Enron get through this city, it becomes no longer familiar with the alley, a loss must look at the bridge V, who ant colony, the cold was looking at passing vehicles and the crowd, then looked up still a bit harsh sun, melt the years of our life, who had all ceased to exist.
Time of the runner, flows through our advertised in youth, the memory of those long, gradually aging yellowed in a moment. Old photos still print the smiling faces carved flower of our youth, today's enlarged photo which was filled with sorrow at the frustration that years of publicity gradually go away, the rest is the elongated shadow of the lonely and sad.
Holding cups, finger came slightly heat, whereas mist slowly rising above the exit of the glass, slightly hot tongue touched the pain, warm water down the throat all the way down, flowing in various places, with sweat a hot water dripping down, the summer drinking water is really not a good thing, but is like the feeling. Perhaps some time, do not know that they will doing some incredible things.
After drinking water, and hair nerve had to buy a convenience store ice cream, watching the ice cream in the sun to melt a little bit too, was once a group of people eating ice cream, is now a few people eating ice cream. Sunshine blurred vision, two extreme feelings, hot and cold, one is left atrium, one is the right atrium, do not know which is warm, and which is cold.
Today, ice cream, laughter has become sad, the flow from the side of the atrium side, little by little, beginning to get cold, young, little by little began to pass.
2010年12月7日星期二
Hanging in the clouds on a little
Hanging in the clouds on a little quiet, and the past is different is that tonight's the night sky more than a few stars dotted, thus seems more than a few static Yat beauty. Gentle breeze blowing, leaves with the tip of the wind around the branches swaying in no way meant to stop. Headset around the familiar melody in the ear, echoed in my heart. Turn off the music, it seems that this time I am only one world, quiet, lonely silence. Seems to be quiet you can hear your own heartbeat.
Without the care and greetings to others, not to its former freedom and free and easy. Only late at night, lit a cigarette bitter, says those who have been quietly removed himself numerous times in the text. The ocean in the network, in the words of the world, I was happy. Because there are always a few people care about and encourage me, I am glad. Should I am a singer, even if only a listener, I would sing the end of time. Should I be a dancer, even if only one left, the viewer, I will skip the world rotate. Should I am a writer, even if only a reader, I will write when dying buried.
Twenty in his early spring, in the memories of that into a cloud of dust, I do not know, few will recall the far north in the cold still has me such a lonely wanderer, lonely some of the text written , a section of TV drama to tell the most sincere and real memories. Acacia meet know what day? At this night embarrassed. Acacia and all the endless pain, this time into only a trace of smoke, far from the detention of numerous day and night of my lonely cage. One is the gorgeous short dream, a long and cruel reality. I just and night and the stars shine together with the lonely child. Perhaps the longing for the sky, and it is lonely.
Years flowing from the fingers, I feel the stars fall from the trajectory slowly. I do not know who this sentence comes from the hand, but tell me as in general, the faint heart faint vibration. Some people say that like fairy tales, because it as a childhood. Some people say that the setting sun, the fairy tale world in general. Not happy, smiling still. No fairy tale, childhood is still there. But who is that band who had only the fairy tale back to the age of it? Shallow and deep can mean anything? Earlier and later time just forget forget it. My world seems so, because we've never met, so I never sad. Also never been happier.
Sometimes in the dead of night, no one likes to rely on in a place, numbness ask myself why past and present past? Who in this world who cares? Who is really who again? Old Lu for treatment, and now friend. Maybe in their eyes I'm just an ordinary passing it. Early days, how to find back? You have to smile, always in my memory actually scattered not open. At that moment, I seem to see the collapse of the whole world in front of me. Piece of tile ruins of which are engraved bricks fresh memory, and now quietly posted on the earth, even if I walk more carefully to keep quiet, will eventually find themselves to be just a memory of exiled people. Why, when others are sad to write such a beautiful sentence, and we can only forget each other in each other. Maybe when you truly want to do, it is often also a lot of things when it can not go back. We always can not resist the tide of life clutch.
Used to be forgotten, because I know there is often a person long after the disappearance of embodied it. This total comfort in the heart of their own, lost their own time, is to make their future better understand the road ahead. Say that you left, just like my alone time, I hope you will come back to me. How often say that they were lonely, in fact, they are happy. Loneliness is just a gorgeous bluff, the most lonely person should be forgotten in the memories of the people. A lonely person, you always feel how lonely he was, he was just very simple in your life appeared, and very easy to disappear.
Always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music, and then in a casual moment, suddenly found that things had pains really want to forget so forget. When I want to say something, it is often my most silent. Always thought the bird, but the sea is that the birds do not fly over the sea of courage, I found many years later, not the bird not the past, but the sea that one, had no wait. Old friend that has a solemn pledge of love and friendship, as the years passed, the passing of youth have been fixed in the mutual passing of life among the ranks. We thought a lot of things will never be forgotten, until today I found out that in our obsession of the day, we had already been forgotten. Nothing lasts forever, this time I discovered the original it was just a funny misunderstanding. sprocket
Years ago, respectively, a short and long memories, like moths into a flame-like gorgeous. Years later, met, greeted, and suddenly do not know what to say in the end. Original memories so beautiful! Some people say that the sad old days, respectively, in order to meet today's passion, but now meet only quietly greeting, lonely goodbye. All this occurs only in that moment, I can not afford to dream too much, just the moment as always, to now become a memory, bit by bit, until we grow old!
Without the care and greetings to others, not to its former freedom and free and easy. Only late at night, lit a cigarette bitter, says those who have been quietly removed himself numerous times in the text. The ocean in the network, in the words of the world, I was happy. Because there are always a few people care about and encourage me, I am glad. Should I am a singer, even if only a listener, I would sing the end of time. Should I be a dancer, even if only one left, the viewer, I will skip the world rotate. Should I am a writer, even if only a reader, I will write when dying buried.
Twenty in his early spring, in the memories of that into a cloud of dust, I do not know, few will recall the far north in the cold still has me such a lonely wanderer, lonely some of the text written , a section of TV drama to tell the most sincere and real memories. Acacia meet know what day? At this night embarrassed. Acacia and all the endless pain, this time into only a trace of smoke, far from the detention of numerous day and night of my lonely cage. One is the gorgeous short dream, a long and cruel reality. I just and night and the stars shine together with the lonely child. Perhaps the longing for the sky, and it is lonely.
Years flowing from the fingers, I feel the stars fall from the trajectory slowly. I do not know who this sentence comes from the hand, but tell me as in general, the faint heart faint vibration. Some people say that like fairy tales, because it as a childhood. Some people say that the setting sun, the fairy tale world in general. Not happy, smiling still. No fairy tale, childhood is still there. But who is that band who had only the fairy tale back to the age of it? Shallow and deep can mean anything? Earlier and later time just forget forget it. My world seems so, because we've never met, so I never sad. Also never been happier.
Sometimes in the dead of night, no one likes to rely on in a place, numbness ask myself why past and present past? Who in this world who cares? Who is really who again? Old Lu for treatment, and now friend. Maybe in their eyes I'm just an ordinary passing it. Early days, how to find back? You have to smile, always in my memory actually scattered not open. At that moment, I seem to see the collapse of the whole world in front of me. Piece of tile ruins of which are engraved bricks fresh memory, and now quietly posted on the earth, even if I walk more carefully to keep quiet, will eventually find themselves to be just a memory of exiled people. Why, when others are sad to write such a beautiful sentence, and we can only forget each other in each other. Maybe when you truly want to do, it is often also a lot of things when it can not go back. We always can not resist the tide of life clutch.
Used to be forgotten, because I know there is often a person long after the disappearance of embodied it. This total comfort in the heart of their own, lost their own time, is to make their future better understand the road ahead. Say that you left, just like my alone time, I hope you will come back to me. How often say that they were lonely, in fact, they are happy. Loneliness is just a gorgeous bluff, the most lonely person should be forgotten in the memories of the people. A lonely person, you always feel how lonely he was, he was just very simple in your life appeared, and very easy to disappear.
Always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music, and then in a casual moment, suddenly found that things had pains really want to forget so forget. When I want to say something, it is often my most silent. Always thought the bird, but the sea is that the birds do not fly over the sea of courage, I found many years later, not the bird not the past, but the sea that one, had no wait. Old friend that has a solemn pledge of love and friendship, as the years passed, the passing of youth have been fixed in the mutual passing of life among the ranks. We thought a lot of things will never be forgotten, until today I found out that in our obsession of the day, we had already been forgotten. Nothing lasts forever, this time I discovered the original it was just a funny misunderstanding. sprocket
Years ago, respectively, a short and long memories, like moths into a flame-like gorgeous. Years later, met, greeted, and suddenly do not know what to say in the end. Original memories so beautiful! Some people say that the sad old days, respectively, in order to meet today's passion, but now meet only quietly greeting, lonely goodbye. All this occurs only in that moment, I can not afford to dream too much, just the moment as always, to now become a memory, bit by bit, until we grow old!
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