See, the night already deep, alone. Light sorrow hang over the whole room replica oakleys, observing a rather silent look back, before you know it, has spent 22 years old.

I often ask yourself, "you exactly happiness?" I was the problem fetters live.

"Happiness" is a trap, it is a conspiracy. It as a drop of blood blossom on your fingers, cruel sweet. It is not the power of avoid cold to will bring you into the whirlpool, repeatedly ravaged and whip until the disillusioned.

"Happiness" is silent. It never make public to show off, also not imaginary ills, just and I close together. It in unique ways to bring my feeling of emotional appeal, let me roaming in the quiet, drunk YuPiao sweet tour, don't like to wake up.

"Happiness" is a luxury, most and life not take a side. If a luxury filled with our life, namely around circulated a thick dull breath, that is what a terrible thing. As let little happiness, and melt in heart, flowing gently.

"Happiness" can't watch much, more can't blind pursue. Someone once said "since the ancient times, humans a HuangHuang civilization, the only power and purpose that is--the pursuit of happiness". But behind the pursuit of happiness, often will eventually be happiness tired, wounded by... Therefore, we are not to try to manage and happy to agree, but must keep distance.

The world is not a play without the power dopie, and no one without the honour of his servants, no more without costs of happiness.

"Happiness" has been so hard, why do we and the holes "happy" repose in the others?