Lost in the warm wind QingDang deep in the spring fake oakley sunglasses, whether to feel the tender to swim in each time gap there, and filled in every cell in the body, circulation in the blood, there has never been a feeling, that is to comfort, like that, as the spring XinJing came into the dim moonlight of the long not open my eyes. You're such a lightsome, so silent, silently into the no on watch a heart, the sun, insight into it, clear of before your eyes, no cloak.

Moment of return to mou, is the life is involved with the constant memory, the dark night, you will gradually disappear of figure is unforgettable a scenery, like the movies, and constantly repeated in the theaters. For an instant, began to doubt, hand hold happiness is unreal, tender return to mou is the phantom, the moving smile is false? A heart, you give it too much gentleness, too much comfort, you let it joy, let it quiet, let it contradiction, finally let it at a crossroads wandering, let it at a loss.

Smile of very happy and play of very crazy. Chaos in the world of mortals, don't know of too many, don't understand of too many, still follow his steps madman in the pure the youth profligacy was simple and pure time. Occasionally see him hug her and gave her too gentle, the heart be tearing, but still willing waiting in the side, waiting for him to have the damn gentleness, will I tightly, unable to extricate themselves.
Love the world, how? Could you see her captive, on her shoulder, smile so gentle, so is wanton, then follow. And I, only in the corner quietly slipped tears, her hair brushed your cheek dopie, fell on your shoulders, lie in your arms, I have to admit, I was so care about her existence, so jealous of you in her side. The arms was I lay in can ease any wound place, that hands had also gently held my waist, and now, all of this, but the changes so fast, so let people unprepared.

Love of so deep, love of so seriously, still can be heard strange distance knocking at the door, you in the door from the left, leaving behind a breeze over beside me, I know that is no longer the left back, with glass heart fell together, smashed into never, never pieced together the pieces of the back, to numb the pain of heart, no longer feel glass across the wrist vein of the pain, keep quietly shangbei, looked at the door, stupid also keep.

City without you, no you figure, I terrorizing and feel my the sky so dim, without a shot out of the sun, the courty, good alone! Standing in the rain, let the rain hit scarred body, looking for some once the warm, once the persistent, once awake, but only feel the rain drop is my way not sorrow of thousands of words, was down in an unguarded heart, no luck body, to turn into buried scars, penetration in the clothes of the thoughts, use light body temperature it warm hot, be air dies, leaving the cold I.
In love with words, love on lonely, hold a pen, often fall words, will hurt the word sentence, the chapter already chill sad. Forget how to happy, forgot how to happiness, forgot how to delete still remembered you! Familiar with the beat keyboard, familiar with the cool pen, familiar with a colorful crayon. Slowly pour an hour.than play games in the still very familiar with that notebook, reveal I dull pain; The keyboard to knock loud and clear, foil a my quiet and lonely; Colorful crayons in a similar you, smile still is wanton, still happy, holding the pen of I but the tears flow.

When the nib lose luster, I learned to silence! And now I never leave that one can write a sad pen, tears slipped quietly, down a pen down to the end of the tip, the flowing again in the pattern of the draw with grid paper, pen to write good word wet, slowly destroyed a already written articles. Who have for you to write down the small matter that attract deeply in mind; Who have for you to write is not over story, who had for you gently to wipe away off hanging in canthus frets tears, these, now is not to belong to me, are already into memory.

The moonlight, gently soft, fresh, who is in the wounds of the grumble came; Long FaPiao on, who thoughts in drift then; Night cool water, who YiDai of stained with tears bends in the wind; The desk, who on had even been written diary disappeared, eyelash is still under with the clear tears; Beating heart, whether to have is full of scars, not to rages, and that heartache, tore heart crack lung foakleys  , only heartache people know......