Sit the night, I saw my heart fake oakleys, in such as ink in the black take off...

Looking at the distance, in the dream world, who planted the bright rose...

Pian-pian thoughts, the sky floating clouds graffiti, was over how much emotional elegy...

And with such as flower of you, is miles away south of the Yangtze river. I'm Ann died in the world of mortals unreal sea, buried the this present life of feeling hatred. Miss, dream balderdash, in the years race, staged in timesong love story. Vows of eternal love, the flowers, will at my fingertips don't. The knowledge of the lonely sad, but be forever melody.

I, mindful of the night, like the night light of sorrow. I know, not everyone is so remember those by the night black ornamental time. There is a not share emotions, never have more people know, slowly, feeling tired, tired of scarred...... The wound cannot heal your heart, love on the pure text melody. The copy of the grieved sad and lonely, input text in the heat of the smelting, let it nirvana into deep inside of me elves.

I have often in time of sorrow, a silent shallow sing used to be strong, in the dusk of the evening, you often listen to sing to my that song. This is I am familiar with wonderful melody, not forget we had of happiness!

Indeed, if forget, that is to remember. And so, the forget and remember, I wander alone, lost in the deep night silence...

The night, always I heart the most quiet corner.

Here, even my tears down the audacity, and no one would know dopie, cry, and no one heard. But, love on words, I won't feel lonely, sing a song with you, picked up light years memories, listen to those who was blown away day.

Think of you, I'd choose in the middle of the night, and kiss you in the text. With its unique words often warmth, bring your tender, drive away my lonely. However, my words, always let a person alone? Lonely sad, always take my words, all the way into my mind.

But, the tears, liberation not the wandering soul, text, let go of the mood not depressed.
Lovers drunk, that is because of the text beautiful;

Heartache, and that's because of the sad words;

The heart is bright, that is because of the beautiful words;

Sadness, and that is because the words alone.

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Tonight, write up feeling, but write not sorrow. Read the love, but can't read heart. Because--

Sorrow foakleys  , my heart is deep the elves!