In the phantom hand shake and crumble, but can't touch you look. There is a piercing voice, called buried courage.
Under the world well-being, Hexi ten years lonely, had personal independence of conduct, but who knows the once beautiful still exists in the dream.
Sincere letter
Searing passion
Prime beauty
Perhaps, this is the best ending
Every sunset times thought Qing
Do not disturb, is my last tender
If people took heart from the warm
How do you know when you have found first class tours?
With so many having jobs that require long periods of sitting
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Some roads are called loneliness, some steps are telling that in a hurry. I do not know their own where to travel. But I think no matter where, should have an invisible swords, fluttering in the story behind. There are corners of the world, also involuntarily.
If the rain still can bring sad, please take me to crawl, so will not suddenly less, not defenseless, never apart.
Love is just a pretext, is more unbearable emptiness in suffering, like the night of total time is divided into two, half of the people sleep, half of them still awake. And the only wake up we always lonely joy, give this empty implant trumped the seeds, look out stunning prosperous squid.
However, how to look, to escape this field approaching sadness? How to save peri, can in the sky painted loud end?
Everyone like planets, according to their track rotation, day in and day out alone, regardless of pain, despair, sorrowful, from the light and heat can only rely on their own to learn far, because not everyone can own light.
At the beginning, hope to do a sun, but later found that even the stars looking at. But often, I feel more like a never static dust, staggering flying in the empty universe, still arrive difficult. Never tired, never stop.
The neon lights in the know how many back cover, asphalt road lonely do not know on the left too much laughter.
At that time, not flying ostrich hid his head in the sand, to see the scenery of the snail is carrying a heavy shell.
Don't know which day which month we liked a girl, don't know which day which month we give up like people, I do not know which year which month we vowed, I do not know which year which month we lost helmet, abandoned a. Finally we forget, we eventually forget. But do all we lost, lost that clearly destroy destroy the footprint, tears and in time.
I asked, these years, what with what, is not alone is our final appearance, is not always adhere to the faith in the imperceptibly changing? But so far, no one give me the answer, a day of good, day after day, live desperate. Night, lying in bed quietly, unconsciously fell into the dream, the short one day, finally announced the end.
Today, I feel very busy, unprecedented, I guess it was fortunate, because this also is the realization of their previous wish, wish he would one day be vigorous alive. Although just live in my world, but I should be happy, isn't it.