| Dusk falls, the afterglow of sunset hanged at the sky, like really unreal;
The cold wind howling fake
oakleys, lose luster leaves the wind and then fall alone.
Zero completion mud is the right choice? But they have no choice but. Sunset,
think of three hair, thinking of that only belong to her beauty and
sadness......
Listen to a classical Spanish guitar record, longing for the
small White House there, and the donkey the vast expanse of the vineyards, with
a romantic impulse, she will carry the books and pens on the roaming Spain's
journey. Flee sad, want to home sorrow, loneliness is three hair for most of the
time feeling: it's getting dark, dare not drive lamp, want to hide in the
darkness; Wake up, always have 35 seconds to think about who he is, where I was.
Don't ask me where you are from, my hometown in the distance. Why stray,
stray far away? In order to flying in the sky of the birds, in order to a
mountain stream flowing, to broad grassland, stray far away, and in order to the
dream of football...
Three hair is really like stray? She is the soul of a free, chase is the
distance, is unknown, is in limited life infinite the day. The wandering soul
and uncertain, is the love for the distance dopie , is the
world of mortals forgo our sad, want to get in the exotic love hate the dreams
of the rebirth.
Experience of life and death, and the man and nature, but
also for a big che is: believe in life and time, they would dilute all the
trouble. Believe in this life and all this life is precious, live a live it
well, happy honest live; Believe that life many big suffering, as long as you
are alive, not what is not solve, time and wisdom just.
How can the results? Truth disappeared gradually, dream away from the wind,
happiness and sadness are lonely. Struggle, hesitation, little drops condensed
to text, but not over inner depression. Finally, a root filar socks and puts an
end to life......
"Your life through, everywhere is no way to go, feeling very tired." Birth is
the most clear a journey, death is not another set out? B: yes. Three hair
return to eternal place, started her and a journey.
Three hair with his general life stretch into clouds follow one's
inclinations image, everywhere is silent the singing, only to hear the singing
with sincerity, beauty like the sounds.
Bumpy, rich and bright and happy, this is three hair!
The sky no trace of bird replica
oakleys, and I have already flown...... |
