beauty and stubble their faces
Dew lamp on the tilt of the bridge, the crop of the wind cooling fluid of darkness, I saw the touch the shadow of the paste. With time things after flow away HKUE ENG , the day the black liquor is no longer obvious. I gone with the wind scattered hair entangled crop swirl in the wind, with the exist of pain. Rippling water flow for who sing, liquid air on the shadow who is flying a kite. Like the stars in the liquid yesterday, for whom dew made flaring in the wind? In the crop, such as your time, I will eventually break line kite drawn into your hands.
When my tears crop inadvertently across your warm palm, the line of sight of you ever fall crop I via other shore. Silent moment, I heard the ci-poetry greasewood slope break. Indebted scars I have give I own wounds, folds, faults buried at the end of the black liquor HKUE ENG . If there is only darkness, isn't it can't see the color of the injured, who is also no longer Hui again for who sit all night?
Crop of liquid deep redundant, redundancy is the fluid color tonight. If can be like a silent walk, the in the mind is no longer have regret? Some things, we don't have to change the end of the third set, but leave grams of bone. Through ManMan long liquid HKUE DSE , crystal blue of the sky is washed. With head behold flying kites fly without optimal secure ring far, flying ring dark liquid. Bowed their heads and when I saw one up with the kite dancing couple, not the past, not to, only now, with chi in the hands of love. I smelled a smell of wet Air China and the DPRK and pure and fresh, which is the scent of roses, dike xing our smelly. What is love? Petals, promise, knead and smile and warm. Is constant praise is putting our immediate world long, day to the leakage of old or rolling fall into empty, we singing is not found.
I will wither rose petals clip in the crop of the page, just to have one day, can present crop in front of you. Chi flow years, the rose of carving a zero-sum rong yan aging is inevitable, but which one wisp of fragrant fragrance can make us remember the first and the most true love. Which is to spend the time in memory, when looking forward to become empty, in addition to Jane yesterday, I didn't found a way, I can do!
2015年11月17日 Posted by つきまとい at 15:37 │Comments(0)
sad feeling pleased
So free in the afternoon, so fragrant season, but I can still see book, can also be intoxicated listening to guzheng rising and falling. Maybe, I can rest for a while , perhaps, the dream and see the other shore flower, and on the safety of soft YunPian turn.
On the safety of blooms, quiet silent, quietly bloomed. Too many emotions interweave, life will be in hard to escape unscathed. In water jian yao who dances, who gently with plain pen records? Days of playing tricks on, or people's greed? Your gentleness , your delicate unchanged. To brave, how can string not Wang?
Life as sweet, light and enron University partnership . In the world of right and wrong, wrong, describe, is more inclusive. A few back to jasmine, scroll ramble the heart from Ann.
The autumn to spring, who pities qu yuan prescribed by ritual law, long whitehead, but you can't fault.
To the human dance, devoid of the fall;
See all red violet, passing to ashes.
After transit lead China, original, wordless, the most is the fierceness of yiyi.
On the safety of blooms, quiet silent, quietly bloomed. Too many emotions interweave, life will be in hard to escape unscathed. In water jian yao who dances, who gently with plain pen records? Days of playing tricks on, or people's greed? Your gentleness , your delicate unchanged. To brave, how can string not Wang?
Life as sweet, light and enron University partnership . In the world of right and wrong, wrong, describe, is more inclusive. A few back to jasmine, scroll ramble the heart from Ann.
The autumn to spring, who pities qu yuan prescribed by ritual law, long whitehead, but you can't fault.
To the human dance, devoid of the fall;
See all red violet, passing to ashes.
After transit lead China, original, wordless, the most is the fierceness of yiyi.
2015年11月13日 Posted by つきまとい at 17:19 │Comments(0)
is my only language
A person walking in the empty street, the wind, cold, night, long, thoughts spread to distant horizon, the world of mortals, the years in a hurry, my hand will hold a water's edge. If not met you, if, no love, I also will wander alone? Alone any more?
The world is very big, a turn round and then will be hard to goodbye, the world is very small, so we meet. Buddha said, looking back in five hundred, to return a brush , this life, a vast sea, looking back at past lives to experience how much time we just return to meet this life, to know each other, love each other, but sometimes, love points not, how deep emotional again bother to management, how to retain, or broken, or to die.
Unconsciously, we have separated for more than two months, it seems that my heart still don't have any change, still stay in situ, cruel, and I have for you is to oneself of cruel dermes , silence, maybe I can only choose this way to end, used to love the people, so reluctant to alienate each other, my heart is very tired, such a life for me, it not pain, heart pain, only oneself know, countless sad tears, there is only a number clearly, without yourself, perhaps you can't find a same, can't find the source of happiness, everything is submerged in the wave of relentless reality.
At this moment, I still enduring the torment of the expect ecig reviews, in the heart still miss you, miss afar, thousands of miles away, you feel like a lost child, cannot find his way back when, still trying to wait our bitterness of love, our hard-won deep feeling, lonely night, with your lonely heart, quietly shed tears.
The world is very big, a turn round and then will be hard to goodbye, the world is very small, so we meet. Buddha said, looking back in five hundred, to return a brush , this life, a vast sea, looking back at past lives to experience how much time we just return to meet this life, to know each other, love each other, but sometimes, love points not, how deep emotional again bother to management, how to retain, or broken, or to die.
Unconsciously, we have separated for more than two months, it seems that my heart still don't have any change, still stay in situ, cruel, and I have for you is to oneself of cruel dermes , silence, maybe I can only choose this way to end, used to love the people, so reluctant to alienate each other, my heart is very tired, such a life for me, it not pain, heart pain, only oneself know, countless sad tears, there is only a number clearly, without yourself, perhaps you can't find a same, can't find the source of happiness, everything is submerged in the wave of relentless reality.
At this moment, I still enduring the torment of the expect ecig reviews, in the heart still miss you, miss afar, thousands of miles away, you feel like a lost child, cannot find his way back when, still trying to wait our bitterness of love, our hard-won deep feeling, lonely night, with your lonely heart, quietly shed tears.
