As usual, opening the lamp, sit at the computer and flank cheap new era snapback
hats, dull to look at the screen scrolling text,
suddenly found life so blurred, as always, don't know how many times to repeat,
empty heart heart has far, listening to the deep heart warming operators, let's
enron's happy, and then let time never stop at this moment.
Just cannot little music in the ear ring and sensei silence of the mind. Just
want to change to a copy of his own and then inhale this time all of this brings
us to the volatile, the role of the story I'm the only one, desperately try very
hard to forget everything, will this heart into destruction.
Ink branch chau, song green resistant, such as flashing in the eaves of the
sky shadow, with the dead leaves country dance, the wind will never so bleak
blow hanging in cheek, seems to be the night I soak in a random Bob lost souls
of the phantom, every little bit away through the footprints in the years of the
night and day out, let me wrong policy, just using the simple but elegant text
with intravenous drip thoughts and feelings flow nib across, time will of that
touched naught, just cannot in loses the openings.
Silent west water flowed eastward drift into when stop party leave? Fine
water not, what is forever? Ten years of life and death two boundless, not
thinking, since the unforgettable. If the water flow through time, the eruption
of a spray can smoothly when like mirror? Never exactly how far? Long exactly
have much longer? The tears of not mask, think of endless pain, you know that
distant last fall leaves, sailing, whether remains committed to a persistent?
Once said one thousand times whether forever forever? Never, exactly how far?
Light the night, light out of the window. In a poetic and amnesia life
pursuit of a erosion in the world of the past, the distant dream, at the
beginning of the night then. Such a long time of how much time is used to recall
the past to piece together the incomplete now? Until finally worn also struggled
with, perhaps be frozen for too long don't want to escape, willful lonely night
in a person enjoying such lonely alone, is very beautiful, seems to be a fixed
mood, never also don't want to come out.
Also in the night listening to the song, with notes of moist heart, perhaps,
the music is lonely, indeed, is a man in the wind and frost cold comfort for the
reason for empty, may all have no reason, let oneself suppress, want to let
oneself become the world's most pain cheap new era snapbacks, because
happiness of person never know the pain of sorrow, in situ travel around, and in
the end, or broken the wound.
The sky all can not cover the haze, and what's more, heart can't withstand
the lost the wound? Although not pursue death the body of the soul, but it can
bear the pain also profoundly than death, not all people can be from a memory
completely out, because we are live in the memory, so, forget it.
I don't want to do work in the story characters, just want to do the story of
the fugitive, only the Snow White princess in the fairy tale of the beautiful,
also only Snow White tragically. And we don't want to do the final outcome,
because the endings started too beautiful, we can't go to resist, therefore,
only in the face of such bitter end.
Start, always so beautiful, but the process as a hourglass fade away, and in
the end, completely disappeared, perhaps, to finally have bought the last of the
gentle, but let the fate will make permanent memory. Been able to give my fate,
hope that you had a very good in the future.
Time will only scour memory, only may wash feelings, but won't flush faces,
won't flush experience. Although if the time is ground of a sword, and in the
end the former everything will be ground about, but I believe it would
disappear, disappear forever, I hope I never remember once I injured face, I
also can't again remind of you of the permanent promise for me.
Light the night, light out of the window. Everything, or so quiet, unveiling
window screening, dim moonlight cheap wholesale new era hats , happy forever, with a bit memories
and closing. |