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How time flies into tears
Time, like a new hourglass,mother day slip away sand, always, hard to retain. No sharp corners, across the chest, left behind, but is a shallow, pale, then, gradually fade in our memory, that we will forget the many, those happy, those lonely.
Really think, time can dilute all, we are together the joy, of those sad, that almost each other into friendship, and it cannot bear to think of the past, hurt.
Difficult for one who sets his mind, also do not know how oblivious, opened dusty diary, for a long time, really very long. But somehow, when my fingers touch the crystal key, but clearly they are so familiar, like, yesterday, I just opened, but, the thin layer of dust to remind me, when you go, I will never, never opened it.
In the dream, I smile.
Fingertips, in the past, turns the page, orbital a little moist, review, above the subduction of the gorgeous color, fade the vow of halo, only, we laugh together, happy moments. Put it in my arms, think of your name, sigh, this take an oath devoutly, threatening to never forsake you, eventually to go all the way, in my life, drifting away. Youth is not a curtain call, you and I have.
Light up, falling on the floor of the card, the breeze waft dandelion, as, our promise. The above sentence, called a memory, after all, let my tears, breaching of the dike.
Then we, also small, also do not remember what a class, just remember, the teacher repeatedly stressed, light, not time, is the distance. Listening to this sentence, I laughed, ignoring the teacher warned the eyes, on this piece of dandelion as the background of the card, copious and fluent writing one sentence, intertwined with the perfect arc, across several students head, right off, your desk.
" Light years instead of time, distance, is you accompanies me to pass through the youth."
Oh, yes, our youth. But, the youth left me, but not just memories.
Diary of the last page, without a word, only the faint, not visible, tears.
Maple leaf, Feiyan and south. Just, Yaner regardless of fly far, next spring,PC remote will come home one day, and you go, this present life, are more difficult to see each other again.
Xu I dark enchanting
If there is an afterlife, Xu I dark enchanting
Vanity as empty, if I, will not leave. If you, will. Face, don't call you to resolve.Cable manufacturer Injury parting silence, tears. Handsome appearance, hide the desire. A low murmur the words of song, sing. On the other side of the bridge, the people, how many sorrow, how many laughter.
The night is deep to night, daytime is brought to the light of day, standing in the shadow like a black shadow in the night, as if behind huge is a shadow. During the day can be formed on the shadow, laugh to cover the shadows of the night. If I can, so I dark enchanting. In your arms slowly pour the remote story and old people. If I could, would I mind deep, very modest, quietly. But I'll never do that a stripper, tease Yijiao temptation. Nor do the tender grass, at the mercy of. Because of the bridge, is my dream. A dream will establish.
Freeze time, breaking Cheng Wutong leaf kind of trace. Variegated dazzling. I don't want forever, only hope that loved, the pain, understand, enough, I hope you remember that I had enough. Then, three feet of frozen, cold day. We are in such a hard life, hard in the society after extrusion will himself restore. Open my sleepy eyes, I thought I was the I, does not need to consider others, don't need to accommodate and compromise. In fact,l-carnitine I was wrong, we have grown up, have stronger and more insist on more happy.
Stray dream of wandering
Hope in the dream of wandering, intoxicated and garden, the future is in front of.
Wandering in memories of the wandering, nostalgia and self-deprecating,PC Remotes past youth exudes than gem more dazzling rays of light.
Life consciousness in wandering, sad and confused, rational and emotional entanglements, survival anxiety and glory of death.
Love in a materialistic wandering, anger and absurd, when trample soul became fashionable, living is a kind of evil.
Emotional indulgence wandering, numb and sadness, when pleasure is the true meaning of life, what life is desire?
Vision in life wandering, inferiority and panic, the reality has become a formulary, ideal has broken wings.
Real estate in marriage, stray, abject and awkward, marriage becomes an each takes what he needs. Cooperation, sowing the seeds harvest investment, segmentation of the hope.
Prices in reality wandering, confident and happy, a relaxed, attracting the amazing eyes.
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