つきまとい

He wrote, because want smooth add a insipid life interest, to make a more desolate life a warm, shallow light life adds a luster, let the lonely elyzeheart find a habitat; Write to his writing so much for themselves, but not for the money not for profit.

Although the life is ordinary, ordinary life, but their heart is filar silk soft, thousands of hectares of picture in the mind is as a running thoughts. Their text is with the warm memories, the charming mood, delicate with joy in the ethereal light shading, splashing in space-time. They'll be pain hidden under the words, will be helpless stranded outside the text, they useelyze the warm memories, with romantic feelings, with a soft inner monologue in the text. If you never go to see, never see the emotions and thoughts, if you don't go to the attentively, always can't see the hidden meaning. But most of the text inside have a aloof, so he doesn't need to be read, don't need to let her pain naked before the people, be in, more disdain to explain his thinking, thinking, what is written.

They just mindfully, write, write a kind of feelings, write a yearning, write a mood, write a mood, write a moment of eternity, write one time... They elyzeare just mindfully, to cultivate the belong to the pure land of heart.