Looking out of the window of time excessive street light, plied journey
through the traffic flow best new era hats, the heart feel
very desolate, and is the responsibility of the father will do, or a panicky of
reality, I don't know, just know at this time I feel sort of going to be in the
ecstasy of doing, also have a time of gone the JieTan, the thing like the
people, snow season should be the calm, why does my mind is so crazy jump, I
pray every day for mother, as his wife, for I the unborn children, they are the
most important person in my life.
The winter of 2011, silently, piercing wind mixed with ice and snow tested my
will, the world a silver, looking back at this time is on December 31, 2011 at
23 59 points when, in a year like this in the past with snow quietly, sense of
feeling, time so quickly, then after 1 minute to say goodbye to the past year,
the clock is ticking rotation, 50 seconds, 51 seconds,...... 58 seconds, 59
seconds, zero whole, I've been standing in the forefront of the 2012, and now,
suddenly I have no feeling, the soul exile very far, cannot be in to touch the
heart of the remote precipitation, only for soul to mark time and again in the
depths of the memory of the last time years trace, lower fly heart, return to
peace, peace, a new years into my life, make New Year's breath purification my
heart, comfort me now lonely souls...
A man without the spirit's lonely and have the soul more lonely, suddenly
feel, really really want to write a kind of lose sad,, but feel lost in the
years of the also have a smooth but, perhaps, the past, we could use a light
heart, quiet to interested readers it brings us the most and eternal memory. Be
shallow a smile, remove the heart and the fight between the forehead of past
that love and sadness.
The steps of spring was more and more closer to us, from the JiJieFeng
fingers glide, the in the hand, is a soft time! Stay in the shade of a peaceful
heart is the dreams, a section of dead branches in rolling and the moisture of
the bloom TanChun new ya, blossom a little color, the charm of spring is
flowing. The north to swifts, carrying the fluttering thoughts, black curve, in
the water point woke up the music of the spring.
Years passed by silent, lights dim, we view of his own heart, always have
appeared in picture left in life deep imprint, can't forget, whenever we picked
up, the in the mind a surge of total long time no see of impulsive, perhaps this
is the most tender heart of nerve. Waiting with soul with the flower of life
waiting for no fruit blossom, this is a reality, the challenge, the temptations
of the season, and listen to the window, the moonlight, will still flow of that
fresh, we will feel the earth in life silently walk, be like the water and close
to shore, flow into together to hold in the aestheticism, do all the coming of
the night, the moon is the pain, the world's most beautiful not comedy fake
oakley sunglasses, the most pleasant not singing, the
world's most impress the voice of the soul is always the call of the lover drop
of blood.
The world complain that god is not fair, god said the world too stupid, that
god is wrong the world also wrong there is no fair, fair in the mind, give me a
gun I want to be the first to god the shooter, break the one thousand years to
fool the world lies, god is just people self hopes and beliefs, I don't object
to believe in god, everyone has his own beliefs, where they have given people a
new meaning, he can do anything he humanity, only where he is the supreme, he
was people worship, transcendence beyond time and space of promise.
The beauty of life is need years precipitate mood and time to feel, there
assembled all the soul of purification some sociologists and spirit air dancing
on the elegant, writing the legend, bright and beautiful with a indelible
loyalty, life alone, in solitude people miss that time, alone in the world away
from, scrapping the world of mortals fetters, flat choose faces the sea full of
flowers open the shore island, waiting for a missing support a raft of silent
drift, for you to open the emotions get lost.
Years radiant, fight for the past. |